Much To-do

Last week's whitewashed walkway

is stripped to its floor-boards

rousing thought-scapes of wild-flowered fence-lines

 and blue-bowered hills...

So much to see where time runs free

While we are taxed to death by it

Before the door from Nevermore

To Evermore secures its flit

Where awesome in-between runs rife

With joy and strife, life’s scrim a hymn

Of newborn days where age-old ways

Cannot time’s trays of wonder dim

So much to do where time runs new

Through blue of breath-by-breath farewell

Still, we should pause a bit because

Life’s oohs and a-ahs are like a bell

That tolls in holes where footsteps lie

‘Neath skies, as rise and set of sun

Vexes, with velvet undertow

Daydreams and to-do lists half-done

So much to learn; time tips its urn

As burden and blessing ally

To teach so much about the touch

Replenishing our wishing eye

With green of May after the gray

Of winter wakens spring's return

Where time runs free with much to see and

Much to do and much to learn

© Janet Martin