Sometimes When I Look At You...

Sometimes when I look at you

Or the sky spread full azure-blue

Or winter, laid wide

Like the gown of a bride

Or a bud, beaming with ‘brand-new’

…sometimes, when I pause to gaze

At stark winter-tree-limb maze,

Etched upon gold

As a new day grows bold

On Time’s old, soldered ways

…sometimes, in the clink of a cup

Or the song, as I hold it up

And you fill it with tea

Then we sit; you and me

Where twilight hours sup

…sometimes, when the green of June

And the swoon of an afternoon

Mingles with noise

Of happy girls and boys

Or the brooks soft-splashing tune

…or, the lilt of the morning lark,

Or the crackle of firelight after dark

Or the runnels of rain

On the window-pane

Leaving lover’s a-laugh in the park

…or, the sun on the wave-washed sand

Or the fun of my hand in your hand,

Or the tick of the clock

Where its pulses unlock

Both nevermore and dreamland

…sometimes, then I pause a bit

Invite its full force; every whit

To soak through my skin

Drench me outside-in

Because oh, I simply…love it

© Janet Martin