April Collage...
Somehow you keep us caught between
Beyond our years and seventeen
One day gray-cold, the next warm-gold
You lure brown hills into soft green
You tease us with first-flower hymns
Thread ruby jewels on bare limbs
Then kiss bud-brakes with lost snowflakes
Even while robin-chorus brims
You run your laughter through blue air
Then bellow like a hungry bear
You frazzle streams and dazzle dreams
You sing and dance like Fred Astaire
Somehow you keep us caught between
The way we are and seventeen
One day we’re old, the next young-bold
We follow you to hills, soft green
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!