How Swift the Sparkling Day...

Wow, this day flew by...I was sure I was going to have some 'spare' time today,to get out and 'play' but the blue dusk fell too quickly.

How swift the day, the sparkling day

Has borne its rife ration away

And now the stars come out to play

In night’s ebony field

How soft the hour, the grappling hour

Returns to earth the dewy flow’r

And man can sense a potent pow’r

Within the clock concealed

The night, the stealthy night descends

And wraps the land in ether blends

Of blue on blue until it ends

In darkness, star-pinned black

A man, a man travels the span

Of dust to dust beneath the fan

Of dark to light to dark again

…there is no turning back

How soon, how soon the vanity

Of have and holding’s venery

Will still, like leaf beneath the tree

Or snowflake’s silent sleep

How swift the day and darkness fade

How quickly Time’s pittance is paid

The measure of its moments weighed

In that supernal deep

© Janet Martin