While Marveling at Moments...

Time strums the air with hours

Clad in common coloring

So, sometimes we don’t notice how

It changes everything

We, caught up in the wonder

Of discovery and such

Are often quite unconscious of

Its commandeering touch

While marveling at moments

Destined to settle in place

Like tombstones bearing epitaphs

That none but thought can trace

We drink the wink of seasons

And we think we are still young

While life’s love-longing laughter melts

Like sugar on the tongue

…and suddenly Time jars us

To its touch and we admit

Bewildered disappointment at

The subtle-ness of it

For Time strums air with hours

Clad in common coloring

It scatters years like flower-tears

...summer, fall, winter, spring

© Janet Martin