This tree has framed many a season-scene...
Seasoned scenes of seasons seem to
Slip seamlessly past our gaze
Where the cast of wake and sleep seeps
To the deeps of Bygone days
Life is rife with knife-like hunger
Want taunts haunts within the mind
We bear naked shares of care, love
Plunder blunder, wonder-blind
Sometimes sums of summer-winter
Summarize their words in sighs
Seasoned scenes of seasons seem to
Slip, a blip before our eyes
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!