Of Seasons Spent...

Yesterday we had a sister-gathering at our parents which of course brings lots of reliving 

(some with pleasure, others with remorse) scenes of seasons spent

Though we cannot unravel what life weaves with days and years

The high and low we travel in retrospect, reappears

…where loves we did not treasure in the keen, green blip of youth

Becomes a sacred measure unfolding wisdom and truth

And though we cannot undo with the new, seasons of old

With kinder, gentler gaze we view this Present that we hold

…where places that we were led us toward This Meeker Ken

Where chases of dust stirred makes us more thankful now than then

The birth and death of daily breadth, while earth its due reclaims

Charters while’s worth, as breath by breath the thread of Being wanes

And not until we bow to fill more mindful hearts with awe

Will Time a reverence instill for its unyielding law

Then we do not despise The Dance that tempers frantic feet

Or strews before our eyes lost lands of learning, bittersweet

For, though we cannot undo what life weaves with where we went

We show more gratitude for budding leaves of Seasons Spent

© Janet Martin