The dew-drenched dawn ignites the lawn
In dazzling invitation
The charcoal crypt of night has slipped
To our imagination
Now feathered choir and blossomed spire
In blameless exaltation
Urge us to come and join the song
Of morning celebration
Past falls away, we do not stay
To till again its garden
But hope’s embrace in dew-drenched grace
Extends its gentle pardon
So you and I should fully try
Not to squander its hours
Yet, we should sit a little bit
And listen to the flowers
For soon their bloom will fill the tomb
Where summer’s solstice lingers
We cannot feel Time’s ether reel
Slipping through our fingers
© Janet Martin
Victoria
was reading this as I wrote and she offered her bit of advice;
‘But if ya’ stop to
smell the roses do it quick or a bumble-bee’s liable to nail ya’
Quoted from Si; Duck
Dynasty
Lovely pics and poem too:)hope you're enjoying these days..
ReplyDeleteperfect weather and lots to do! yes I am:)
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