Always on the Verge of Ever-cast

 I felt it as Victoria and I poured mint-lemon tea and snuggled to watch an episode of Larkrise to Candleford...

Always on the verge

Of a fresh-turned leaf

Joy is life’s sweet, lithesome splurge

And its flip-side, grief

Time has testing ways

What we thought we knew

Changes as the reach of days

Runs us through and through

Then, when we look back

After the Before

We revere the lilting laughter

Of its moments more

…where the days of life

Winnows as we gain

New appreciation for

Things words can’t explain

© Janet Martin 

 

I feel it where four goodnight hugs has dwindled to one, 

where times when we are all together are rarer now, and thus bittersweet.

I feel it as I look up to meet the gaze of a son, not quite eighteen,

As the faces of ourselves and friends begin to wear life's deeper love-lines.

I feel it in the way a morning turns into evening far too fast

and lights turn out save for the moon

as another day is Ever-cast...

 

We are enjoying some fabulous moon-rises this week!