...Where Memories Grow

The rhythmic chant of tick and tock

Soon strips the rose and hollyhock

Its song of leaf and garnered sheaf

Wan remnants on hillside and walk

The minuet of rise-and-set

Cradles our victory and regret

And still the clock chants tick and tock

In dusk to dawn-sky pirouette

How soon the swoon of sun and moon

Slips over December and June

Its silhouette a seamless thread

Of midnight, morning, afternoon

The ebb and flow of bud to snow

Of holding on and letting go

Drips from life’s spoon, its tender tune

Falls to a place where memories grow

© Janet Martin

Here's to another day of planting memories!
(Victoria just now announced, 'tomorrow we can say, the wedding is tomorrow!';)

The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation. Ps. 118:14