Days of Old

In case we forget...this is not yet

 Past's newest Day of old!
This is the day the Lord has made
Which soon echoes enfold
This is a gift soon set adrift
On seas of smiles and sighs 
So live-laugh-love, for soon enough
Hello turns to good-byes

We stopped for a picnic one heat-wave noon,
Laid beneath a latticework of hymns
Treated to one of time's Best-of-all tunes
Sea-song snared in lofty, green limbs  

When the wind wails,
Wild and plaintive

When the wood is
stripped of songs

When the world is
like a painting

Poised on echoes
Of bygones

When we wake to
 Sounds of silence
When green fields
Have lost their glow
When the give and
take of moments
Startles summer-
hearts with snow

Then we’ll turn to
trace the edges

Of this picture
In our hold

When starred silver
frosts the hedges

Of sweet summer's
Days of old

© Janet Martin