Season-spinner

You smile and then the afternoon

Is but a sparkle in our thought

The twinkle of forget-me-not

Of lilac bloom and emerald June

Amalgamates with holly-hock

And golden-rod and milk-weed swoon

For nothing can escape the wheel

Affixing moments on its reel

…as summer’s lithe and buoyant breeze

Musters a deeper, darker tone

Mumbling in colors of a stone

Filling the air with stormy seas

And fantasies of things to come

A catalyst of memories

As leaf falls from the orchard where

We strolled as blossoms kissed the air

A child, splashing through innocence

And dandelion-fields and dreams

Could not evade your silent streams

And melodies of imminence

Soon stilled in retrospect’s requiems

Of battle and deliverance

The morrow spills its chalice to

Adorn some thought-wrought avenue

You smile and then another day

Climbs up into your winsome hold

The boy dreams wild, reckless and bold

Then wonders why his locks are gray

While seamlessly you fold, unfold

…Time, you are predator and prey

Pronounce-r of our days and years

You spin the thing that disappears

© Janet Martin