Of Perfect, Ordinary Days...

Years from now I won’t recall

How the sky draped, an azure shawl

Against the hills of emerald sweep

Or how a bud unfurled its deep

To grace the lowly lilac limb

With purple starlet diadem

In moments embraced near and dear

Against the back-drop of a tear

…or how the glimmer of an hour

Untwisted from time’s mystic bower

Pleased, teased, appeased thought’s hungry touch

Then slipped to naught within its clutch

Where filaments of this fine day

Like morning mist melted away

Anchored within gossamer glow

Where myriad forerunners go

And years from now I won’t recall

The tug as apple-blossoms fall

Pink fragments of an afternoon

Shaping Time’s soft, insistent tune

As love and longing’s harmony

Composes a sweet melody

Slipping into the silver haze

Of perfect, ordinary days

© Janet Martin