While Winds Cajole and Seasons Flow...

It was a point-and-shoot-instant-masterpiece morning!

Holy, the toll

That strips the soul

While winds cajole and seasons flow

While softly sweeps

Fall's leaf-strewn deeps

Out to yon skyline rife with snow

Still, still the will

Of winter’s chill

Seeps into Time’s consonant stride

A seamless guile

Of nod and smile

And dozing by the fireside

Hush, hush the rush

Of dry leaf shush

-ing earth, encumbered with ado

While breath by breath

Each daily death

Abbreviates Time’s avenue

Tick-tock, tick-tock

The sky-wide clock

Chimes blush, then blue, now warm, then cold

And we forget

The Awesome Yet

Hinged to its pendulum of gold

With holy toll

It strips the Whole

Until, until all that remains

Of skin and bone

And grin and groan

Is the Unseen that breath constrains

© Janet Martin

'God of the seasons and sky,

You have always been holding my life' (from above song)