Saturday, November 3, 2018

Of Melded Miles...

This morning's moments held much to smile about...
(the best part? He patted the floor and wanted Grandma right there beside him
to share in the delight of anything with wheels😊)

Then morning melded to noon,
and noon to night

Night’s raven wing has gathered
Earth’s brood beneath its bars
The ash of tears and laughter
Strewed to a roof of stars

Ebony whispers suture
Its miles where moments meld
To Past’s vast cast of pictures  
In Thought alone beheld  

© Janet Martin

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