Of Felled Flower-Hours...

Happy last day of 2017!
Thank-you to all of you who drop by this humble poem-porch! 

I appreciate and love you. 

God bless you and yours as we embark on a whole new Unknown

...but for this; God's faithful mercies.

Its summer-songs are sealed

As is each autumn hour   

The winter where Year’s welcome pealed

Yielded to spring’s first flow’r   

A sentimental love

Like mist veiling life’s din

Settles across the annals of

Scenes chronicled within

…where easy come and go

Seems time’s inherent bent

Soft, swift, farewell follows hello

Of day-week-month-Year spent

And where weariness weights

The shoulders of the Old

A ray of newness radiates

Across Time’s dying wold

...where summer songs still wait

As does each autumn hour

And winter is a glorious gate

That leads to spring’s first flow’r

© Janet Martin