Postlude...that's what the day after Christmas feels like

The day that long we waited for

Has all its moments drained

Its farewells waved from every door

Its mist-kissed pictures framed

Time’s glass has tipped to memory

The hours dripped into a sea

Where present slipped to history

Forevermore engrained

The afternoon that we supposed

Has wandered down a path

To join a coterie enclosed  

In living’s aftermath

The bantering bestowal of

Wee smattering of live, laugh, love

Has poured into that treasured trove

Of past’s insistent clasp

Its touch and taste has turned to naught

But echoes on a breeze

Its have and hold returned to thought

And love-wrought memories

For all our have-and-hold will be

For good or ill, soon reverie

And every Now brushed brazenly

Into Bygone with ease

Touch tenderly Time’s gifted Now

And do not miss its worth

Soon, soon its bitty bloom will blow

Beyond our grasping girth

For none can bend or change the laws

Of how what is becomes what was

So we should live full-well because

No day re-plays its birth

Fond yester-platters are licked clean

Its rose stripped of romance

Tomorrow’s yesterday is keen

With grace and second-chance

Before forevermore appeals

Without apology and seals

Time’s moment-more to ageless reels

Where thought returns to dance

© Janet Martin

We spent Christmas day on the 'home farm' where my husband grew up and where his brother now farms. I hope to bring you pictures from that farm in the coming year...it is so beautiful and I've never taken my camera there, until yesterday; I snatched a few photos in the lane...