Earth is a leaf-swaddled garden
The wind is a minstrel, lost
And every field a silent sea
That once his baton tossed
Dusk is a maiden weeping
Over the countryside
Bereft of blushing lilies, Love,
We are both Wonder and Wanting
Caught between smiles and tears
The sky, a yawning awning where
October disappears
Time is a cello, bronzed-yellow
We are its grin of grief
The wind is a crestfallen fellow
Because earth is a leaf
© Janet Martin
With forecasts of Hurricane Patricia's leftovers passing through today, yester-dusk Victoria and I decided to get out for a hike before the fields turn to pure mud...
The ache of 'almost November' (captured perfectly at YDP today) was prevalent everywhere...
Enjoyed..
ReplyDeletethank-you Anthony :)
DeleteBeautiful photos Janet. The storm is coming here tomorrow and will no doubt take a lot of the remaining leaves off the trees. Take care in the storm.
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