Sometimes in the middle of the muddle
That befuddles us with its roar
We find, if we pause a little
So much to be thankful for
The song of summer becoming
The gong of early fall
The crickets of August strumming
A farewell madrigal
The tiptoe of time undoing
That which no one can still
Yet each dawn keeps on renewing
With dew-dazzled refill
The whisper of Something stirring
In spite of Something lost
The pictures of Passage blurring
On a landscape of thought
The door that is always open
In spite of those that close
The More that comes with each morning
Like buds before the rose
The banter from yon decanter
Where ever new seasons pour
New reasons ripe with wonder
Of much to be thankful for
© Janet Martin
Somehow, for me the weight of change feels heaviest at the end of August...
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!