Leafless batons strum the air
Yesterday is out of reach
We are always walking where
Now has much to tell and teach
Yesterday is out of reach
But today is full and free
Death by death its breaths beseech
Us to touch and taste and see
We are always walking where
Yesterday and morrow shore
What has been or waits to bare
That which none has seen before
Leafless batons strum the air
Where the bud has bled its plume
Past and future tarry where
Today is in fullest bloom
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!