Life's Bittersweet

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