Of Expanses...

We touch the tip of pen to page

What word will spill its jot?

Gleaned from a strange and silent stage

In the expanse of thought

Earth’s country-side is summer-sweet

It lures the roving eye

Out to an edge we cannot reach

At the expanse of sky

…and all the while our glances gulp

at priceless works of art

to pin where nothing can annul

Expanses of the heart

How swift a season seeps into

That bastioned by-and-by

It tints with russet, gold and blue

Expanses of a sigh

The rooming-house of all our dates

Whether staid or sublime

Soon joins the hour that dissipates

In the expanse of Time

Darling, a day-dream’s luxury

Is better shared somehow

Let’s make a brand-new memory

In this expanse of Now

© Janet Martin

Saturday again, already?!

 Almost half-way through July?! Didn’t we just celebrate Canada Day?

Let’s get out there and make the most of what we have…moments!

A few of yesterday's moments shaped to memories... (I should know better than to say, 'okay, now please look normal!'