After June...Is it July 2nd already?!

I wrote this poem earlier and now already it is afternoon!

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Already it isnd afternoon eddies into the blue of After Junernoon the Today after the day that was

A new and unpenned chapter waits for eventide’s applause

For soft the morn leaps forward until it is afternoon

And afternoon eddies into the bay of After June

No one can dam a moment or the journey of its will

It pours earth full of seasons as its hallelujahs spill

And one by one across the line that severs east from west

Time’s off-spring flows from bud to rose to twilight’s daily death

Ah, there is no returning from what is to what has been

The sweep of spring depleted cannot exchange gold for green

The well of youth is soon run dry though daily moments drench

Its wink with opportunity and thirst time cannot quench

This slipping drip of sky rouses both sorrow and delight

As we grasp at its bubble-sphere of morning holding night

For soft the morn bobs forward until it is afternoon

And afternoon wafts into past’s blue bayou; After June

© Janet Martin