There It Goes...

There they go

Ethereal flow

Expanding archives

Of joy and dismay

Zeniths of

Longing and love

Days of our lives

Falling away

See, from the mud

Spring’s new-born bud

Presses, unfolds

A thorn, a rose

See, how it falls

Time’s madrigals

From hold to hold

Its blooms disclose

Ah, there it goes

And no one knows

How near or far

Its breadth extends

Oh, little day

You slip away

Gold with the gray

The hour bends

It laughs and weeps

Flounders and leaps

This moment-tide

Sweeps us along

We touch and taste

Its eager haste

Then render to

The past, its song

© Janet Martin