Irrevocable Allotment

 This is last year's 'first gold'. It's been too cold for Nature's first gold  this year...

Irrevocable, the reel

From whence returns green appeal

Where the hub of yesterday

Bore its beaming bud away

To mud-meadows, brown and gray

Irrevocable the reel

Irresistible, the gold

That the looms of bloom unfold

Where beneath the tread of hours

Autumn shed its final flow’rs

April, blessed April show’rs

Irresistible thy gold

Irretrievable the day

That has drained its drops away

We should make each moment count

Swift, the gift that fills time’s fount

Where none knows its full amount

Irretrievable the day

Irreproachable the Hand
That bestows Farewell's demand
Benevolent genesis
Mystic metamorphosis
Shaping what was from what is 
Irreproachable the Hand

© Janet Martin