Summer Leaves Weave Poetry

From the eaves of former days

Shimmer leaves of poetry

Time is restless and its gaze

Utters changes with changeless ease

Tick and tock, the hours lock

Metered mist of moment-dross

Gleaning fortunes from the clock

Sealing vaults with treasured loss

While Time’s golden prime is lent

To earth’s field and flowered lanes

While the leafy tree is bent

Until autumn weans its strains

While we fight old-fashioned wars

With weapons of new-born dreams

While nature and mortal spars

And in the end, nature wins

...Turning eaves of green to gold

Binding sheaves of memory

While we learn how to grow old

Summer leaves weave poetry

Summer weaves leaf-poetry

© Janet Martin