Autumnal Madrigal

Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere

The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here

Where earth is smitten with plush quietness

Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress

Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance

A madrigal of autumnal romance

Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal

Where Triumph’s surmount rolls shut like a scroll

Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips

Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips

Where there is nothing new under the sun

Yet every end is a new Thing begun

Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame

Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game

Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped

And tucked across a pale, subdued landscape

© Janet Martin


Then, just for fun I shuffled some lines:)

Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere

Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress

The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here

Where earth is smitten with plush quietness

Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance

Where Triumph's surmount rolls shut like a scroll

A madrigal of autumnal romance

Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal

Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips

Where there is nothing new under the sun

Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips

For every end is a new Thing begun

Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame

Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped

Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game

Plucked, tucked across a pale subdued landscape

© Janet Martin