A Fine, Fine Free-fall

You tint soft hints in gold-green glints

You drape your cape, a haze

Of cricket-choir and cloud-kissed spire

Of mellow, yellow days

Your charm, sun-warm and honey sweet

Lures like a lover’s kiss

We laugh; your path teases tan feet

And tunes the air with bliss

You thrill the rill with flower-frill

You vex the lonely soul

You drop your leaf like silent grief

Where rain-refrains cajole

But all the while with sultry smile

And daisy-dappled dance

With swallow-tail and rose regale

And summer-dusk romance

You move with grace toward a place

That none of us can quell

We sense it in noon’s gilded grin  

A free-fall to farewell

  

© Janet Martin

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