Of Threads, Thoughts and Things Past

The sky threads the river with silver-blue sheen

The sea threads its glimmer with gold

As spring threads its glory in garments of green

Over earth’s ebony hold

You thread my thought with the hint of a smile

You thread my heart with your sigh

And every so often in my midday mile

You thread a tear in my eye

The bloom threads the stem with petal-fragrance

As leaf-song and flower unfold

Spring threads the air with hope’s effervescence

Where hills become heaven’s threshold

You thread my memory with silver-soft touch

You thread the wish in my sigh

And every so often I miss you so much

You thread that tear in my eye

© Janet Martin