Of What Will Never Be Again...

It's been a week of coming and going until today! Emily just called and I tell her I keep thinking back to last year at this time; it's the late summer smells and this cooler- MUCH-cooler-than-it-should-be-in-Augtober day making me nostalgic...

This moody mosaic of having and holding

Of loving and letting go

Of green turning gold in time’s fugitive hold

Of summer -set’s blue-bayou glow

…this hunger for something that turns into nothing

But thought’s echo-framed memory

Where triumph and failure, close-knitted forever

Jars us where nobody can see

This tumbled sky sadness and blessed-am-I gladness

Sparring in hand-head-heart dissent

Fills fingers with fervor and urgent endeavor

To shape what soon slips from Time’s tent

..and I must move slowly for I sense something holy

Filling smile and soul with sweet pain

Desire and duty weave life’s busy beauty

Of what will never be again

© Janet Martin