At The Close of June...

 I took a June farewell tour about the yard this morning...

Now summer’s primal flower fades

First green relents to golds and jades

To deeps of dust spring's lure is tossed

Still, nothing in nature is lost

Both tomb and womb, earth cradles Yore

Until Time wills its bloom once more

Soon we forget, for Time is such

Renewing joy beneath its touch

Where one tie binds, another breaks

And sets soft mists on summer lakes

And whets the appetite for tea

Set to the backdrop of blue sea

The loom that weaves Future to past

Grieves and delights earth’s rebel cast

For sight is such a hungry beast

And nature is an endless feast

Thus, though we mourn ‘the passing of’

We find fresh wonderment to love

© Janet Martin