Intro...

Along the flight of hill to hill

On daybreak-burnished path

The postlude of spent season spills

Amaranth aftermath

Hush, hush, lush labyrinth of leaf

And buxom, boisterous bloom

The mother of harvested sheaf

Insists upon your plume

Her belvedere of there to Here

Unbridled, idles not

But weans the velveteen veneer

From wood and garden plot

Where shuttle of an ether loom

With deft dexterity

Unravels while weaving; womb-tomb

Her primed propinquity

The highlight of summer-dream dims

It runs bud-caldrons dry

And strums the limb rife with life-hymns

To spectral lullaby

Hush, hush, plush petal-paradise

Earth’s Guerdon of decay

Delights the straggler with a prize

Not yet whispered away

© Janet Martin