Soon Time Forgets

Dusk like a gentle mother

Gathers the day to her breast

Tucking its remnant blue blanket

‘Round little dying day’s nest

Somewhere by firelight flicker

Mothers and children play

Before bedtime stories and lullabies

Whisper frayed fragments away

Soft, like the notes of a ballad

Dripping from ethereal holds

Twilight falls over the planet

Deeper and deeper it folds

Soon time forgets this blue hour

Soon morning ruffles the air

But now, like a gentle mother

Dusk folds its fringes in prayer

© Janet Martin

Bluer and bluer dusk covers the day...