Suave Abductor...

Then be gentle, suave abductor

As you steal a day, a year

For within your weightless ardor

All we hold will disappear

Tread breath-softly on my pillow

While your fingers rampant, rend

Fabric of midnight and willow-

Whispers on a noontide land

With your shapeless mist-morn mantle

You have swaddled centuries

Suave abductor, please be gentle

While we learn your certainties

For we are new to your habits

Surprised by your practiced ways

While you tease us and distract us

With life’s little every-days

© Janet Martin

'I can't believe how fast days fly, even when I'm working!; remarked Matthew (17) this morning as he headed out to his new full-time summer job on a dairy farm a few lane-ways away... I chuckled at his new discovery;-)