So it goes, the river flows
In ripples to the sea
And moments course in half-breath force
Into eternity
Spring’s darling sheen of virgin green
Is nothing but the bud
Of autumn-rust to dormant dust
And leaf-song to the mud
…so it goes; Time will compose
And tenderly descry
With soundless beat Life’s Bittersweet
Of hello and good-bye
© Janet Martin
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