Two-for-two Tuesday...Picking Pussy-willows

Twirl, little girl, Dance, darling one...the bubble breaks and you are grown

PAD Challenge day 22:Write an optimist poem. Write a pessimist poem.

We pick pussy-willows

Thirteen and I

And marvel at how blue the sky

Sweeps past those plumes we cannot reach

Her chatter blooms, and I beseech

The mock of clock; its tick and tock

Stealing what I can never hold

And all the while

With seasoned smile

It knows that I am getting old

And cannot keep

The tearless weeping

Of an hour from the air

Or evade heaven’s wand

That graces youth

With laugh-line kisses where

Love, loss and longing keen a sigh

Striking Time’s timbrel; lullaby

And mornings meld

Escape withheld

Where she and I

For one brief spark

Pick pussy-willows

Ere the dark

Consumes the sky

The silver sheaf

Of pussy-willows

Turned to leaf

© Janet Martin