Sugar-drops...and Happy Birthday, Sasha

Happy Birthday, Sasha!

 Wow, has it been a year since this post?!!
Thank-you for sharing a love for all things garden and poem, and

Thank-you as always for countless words of encouragement, appreciation and understanding!

Prayers for God to bless and keep you and yours in the year ahead.

But for today Dear 'Happy'...live for the love of it;-)

Birthday hugs and best wishes from your Canuck Garden/Poet Friend, Janet

Bittersweet, the 'dismantling'  of the flower garden yesterday 

because I needed to salvage the dahlia-bulbs while they were still dry!

 Today's rainy morning aftermath...

But we attempt to catch gardens in bowls...

...and soon we will catch what is in the bowl to patch a hole in some heart-art...

Everything is but a season

Like drips of ice-cream from a cone

We lick Time’s sugar-drops; they melt

Summer-swift sweetness, here then gone

Save for the happiness we felt

Like flower-hour’s paradise

With hungry eyes we linger where

We know its petal-show soon lies

Midst sighs of how happy we were

Like snowflakes caught upon the tongue

Time’s easy-come-and-go dissolves

White whispers, once wishful and young

Fall prey to Fore-fathered resolves

And we are where we are Today

But not for long, this sparkle-splash

Teaches us to prize each hooray

Before full color turns to ash

Look, where we are will soon be like

Summer time in a picture-book

Where on some winter-whispery night

We’ll turn fond pages back to look

...at pictures of right where we are

And we’ll recall how blessed we felt

With glints of goodness from a jar

That taste like sugar-drops, then melt…

© Janet Martin