A Bit of November-Dusk Nostalgia

When the day is being tucked beneath November-blue flannel,

 when Grandson begins to 'wonder'

 when the birds snag an early supper,

 While we make muffins,

then supper, to a backdrop of Kenny G Christmas, well,

 ...it calls for Something, like slowly-savoured Poem

 (BTW, a poem is enjoyed much like a dessert, slowly, one bite/serving at a time😋)

Over the hills an anthem bleeds

To soothe earth’s fallow scars

A capella of ragged reeds

Tunes echo-tempered bars

The barge of afternoon is drawn

Across a phantom sea

To moor where no one can return

Save in fond reverie

...where poplar-coppice, shimmers-quiv-

ers, silver in the sun

Where tide of Time glimmers, shivers

Where season-rivers run

...where sky is like a belvedere

Its terrace, smoky blue

We climb a flight of yesteryear

To marvel at the view

…and listen to a heart-shaped hymn

That falls through smile-wreathed tears

As swift and soft the shadows dim

And the world disappears

© Janet Martin