The orchard has rendered its ruby
The fallow has tendered its gold
The woodland has lathered its beauty
Back to earth’s long-suffering hold
The banter of zephyr and rain-song
Garnishes every tree root
A moment’s insistence is ruthless
Stripping the stem of its fruit
The brook rambles through barren fallow
Replenished by autumn’s tear
Stalwart, the reed in its shallow
Braces for gales more severe
We too must render life’s ruby
We too must tender its gold
All things ephemeral journey
Back to earth’s long-suffering hold
© Janet Martin
What a lovely poem...enjoyed reading it so much...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for coming over...
I am following you right back.:)
I wish you the best as you 'begin again'!
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