Monday, December 8, 2014


The bud that broke and thrilled the limb
That spilled in floral diadem
Has wept its petals to the breeze
And long forgotten centuries

The marsh that throbbed with giddy trill
Of spring-peepers, is stiff and still
The garden, once a paradise
Of bloom; a tomb of tattered sighs

How swift spring-summer-autumn drift
To epitaphs scrawled on a gift
Of moment-gold we cannot hold
For Time is insistent and bold

…and strips the bud that broke and thrilled
The limb where spring and summer spilled
To winds of phantom, freight-like train
That brings December once again

It rumbles from wide open skies
And showers silver sparkle-sighs
To eventide once dull and brown
December is November’s crown

© Janet Martin

I was inspired by the scraggly limbs outside the window...gone the sleepy, leafy sigh of summer-autumn lullaby

 December's crown is a little brown right now...but we're not complaining. November was much whiter than we needed it to be;-)


  1. You make every view beautiful.

  2. Beautiful! I read all the posts above this one. So encouraging. Thank you.

    1. Thank-you Pamela. Hope you are enjoying pre-Christmas peace!

  3. This is me echoing the earlier comments!
    Esp love the line "wept its petals to the breeze / And long forgotten centuries".
    And then the freight-train allusion - you are amazing and never to be boxed!
    This poem is perfectly timed with my re-read this week of 'Sense & Sensibility', rife as it is with Austen-time turns of phrase (she said with a breathsome sigh and giddy pirouette).

    As always, thank you!

    1. Another book to add to my winter reading's the most wonderful time of the year!!
      Thank-YOU Cyndy for the daily inspiration you post!


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