When stars return to splay their froth upon celestial sweeps
When the whole world is fast asleep save poets at their
quest
And even winds have ceased their aimless to and fro to rest
When Time has tucked into his sheaf another leaf for keeps
When morn has filled its emptiness and noon has tipped its
flask
To pour its virgin vintage on dusk’s blushing cobblestone
And Before adds to scads of After, its Unknown to Known
Where expectation is subjected to Time’s certain task
When we have stripped the husk away and gorged upon the
fruit
And spit the pits and lingered over its sweetness a bit
When all that we have left of what was once a page un-writ
Are postludes played and replayed on a thought-inspired
flute
…when today’s seeds have scattered to the soil of what will
be
The Gate into its meadow barred with moments, nothing more
Then we stare at the fine-tuned air that echoes, shore to
shore
With all that we have left of it to keep; a memory
© Janet Martin
We are in the process of making a once-in-a-lifetime memory. Let's make it special! Happy June 26th.
Here summer vacation has officially begun. Victoria and her friends, (the Gr. 8 girls) are ending a chapter in their lives while beginning another, with a camp-out. The back yard is a plethora of shrieks and laughter like only a whole lot of 13-14 year old girls are capable of...great memories in the making!
I had fun preparing brunch which originally was going to be served mid-morning (and I guess 9:00 is mid-morning for girls who stayed up most of the night and were 'STARVING!!';-)
and the regular store-bought cereal etc.
Most of them chose frozen waffles and Cheerios;-0
"the gate into its meadow barred with moments"...my favorite image of this poem.
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