Of Fragments and Fleet Fingers (an oldie re-vamped)

The burnished bloom is weeping

And our pulses feel its grief

Beneath the stealthy fingers

Of a silent, subtle thief

As spring turns into summer

And then summer turns to fall

Life adds another chapter

To its vapor madrigal

Soon summer’s rose is ravaged

By the pilferage of time

Its bud of youth unfolded

In the lilt of living’s rhyme

The flower fields its fragments

Back to earth from whence it came

We cling to fading echoes

And the whispers of a Name

Yes, the vibrant bloom is drooping

Man cannot dissuade the course

Or design of nature’s order

Nor the Hand beneath its force

For to everything, a season

And a time for every plan

Providence employs its reason

…we behold His love for man

© Janet Martin

Another year of blooms is past…

Eccles. 3:1-8