It runs its sun and shadow touch across our eyes and sighs and such
An undulating orchestra composing scales of ooh-and awe
Where we pause, middle-step, to leer at songs ‘neath nature’s
balladeer
A musicale of mauve and gold to replay when the night is
cold
It splashes color far and wide and paints a sprawling
countryside
Of rural route and wind-song lute and hull soft-winnowed of
its fruit
It fills the canvas of the sky with azure deeps and cloud-shaped
sigh
A watercolor masterpiece to showcase in fond reveries
It tolls a golden evening bell and rolls across a golden
fell
And keens the break of day with gold as heart-vaults far exceed
their hold
It purples grapes and weaves mist-capes and grieves over
bronzed summer-scapes
A marksman with a target sure, that no talisman can secure
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!