On once-upon-a-time’s green hills
She wanders through bloom-spangled rills
She climbs through gates, splays shadow-mates
With cinnamon and garnet shades
She gilds leafed overpass
She lingers in the tangled nook
She tarries where summer forsook
The brook where drifters dream
She dawdles in the purple dell
With remnants of a fairer shell
That fell from summer’s walls
She touches orchards with a frond
She shushes thread-bare vagabonds
And tucks them into bed
Soft-slow she gathers up her gown
Of leaf-shaped echoes drifting down
To we who yet remain
© Janet Martin
I'm always taken with your rich and vibrant vocabulary. Poetry rolls from every line and word. And your September farewell catches my imagination with words like cinnamon and garnet, and phrases like leaf-shaped echoes.
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:) thank-you
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