In This Matter of Air...

The sky wept all night and scattered its tears

Over a landscape of spent summer-years

Bronze overtures sweep green gardens from trees

Faltering tempo of leaf-studded breeze

Time adapts easily; nothing seems strange

Would that I too could be eager to change

Thought stretches over what eye cannot see

For each tomorrow is a mystery

Wish wanders backwards; but past has no door

All it can muster is echoes of yore

Moments bleed forward and we are held twixt

Juxtaposed oceans of future-past ticks

Merry, the merchant at time’s spinning wheel

Weaving an ilk none can borrow nor steal

All we can do in this matter of air

Is touch, taste and treasure breath-measured fare

For surely the One who measures moment-mien

Does not unravel without hope, time’s skein

The sky wept all night, merged laughter and grief

Scattered its tears in the shape of a leaf

© Janet Martin

Rain paused, then returned full-fury. 

October,
Temperamental fellow

laughs and weeps 

in blue-gray and yellow

We watch him struggle

and sympathize

There's something in his mettle

we recognize...