Gone, Gone...

Gone, gone; the gold of summer’s morn

The green in half-grown fields of corn

Summer bows to Time’s common cost

Like brittle corn-stalk kissed by frost

Gone, gone; the hazy, lazy noon

Of cricket-song and locust croon

Ah, none can hide from the discourse

Of smooth and subtle moment-force

Gone, gone; the longer light of day

Before the dark tucks it away

The autumn wick gleams, short and sweet

In scattered sheaves beneath our feet

Gone, gone; sanguine sea-melodies

Where children weave dear memories

And mothers linger at the door

To hear it echoing once more

Gone, gone; the warm and winsome hour

No one usurps mute moment-pow’r

Soundless, autumn leaf-song is spilt

Where summer folds its floral quilt

© Janet Martin

Heavy frost this morning!