Tuesday, June 9, 2015

From Ilk Silk-soft...




 The air tonight seemed to vibrate with frog and bird song...


Come, for Time is eager
In its seamless sway
To hurry tomorrow
Into yesterday

Come, while it is spilling
From its willing spree
Ilk of silk soft-sealing
Now to history

Come, before the picture
Of it is held fast
In that phantom tincture
Echoing with Past

© Janet Martin

2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!