Broken Shadows or Tell it to Time's Fellow-creatures

PAD Challenge day 24: write a Tell it to(fill in the blank) poem

Come, come, the morn has broken

Through shadow-chains, deep blue

It splays love’s faithful token

Across earth’s avenue

The hour like a flower

Unfolds from bud to bloom

Before its petals shower

An hour’s ether tomb

Come, come and do not tarry

For lo, upon the breeze

I sense the phantom hurry

Of ‘almost memories’

Tomorrow is a thought, love

And yesterday a ghost

But come, the morning offers

To us life’s uttermost

Come, come, the jars of sorrow

Will brim with love’s lament

But we can never borrow

A moment that is spent

And joy in equal portions

Is waiting to bestow

Hope’s moment-mimed allotment

As by God’s grace we go

Come, come, for soon dusk-shadows

Will draw to Naught’s embrace

The after math of scattered

Expenditures of grace

And we, Time's fellow-creatures

Cannot afford to miss

The fullness of a morning

That soon no longer is…

© Janet Martin

Off to its graces! Happy Thursday.