Prelude to Farewell

It melts like summer snow

The opulence of green

Begins to fade in preludes played

By hands sensed but unseen

Sky-tide of blue and rose

Primes a persuasive pull

It fills a cup then tips it up-

Side down and drops the hull

A velvet vortex whirls

And wakes a tug that wars

With hugs and waves where mother braves

A world of swinging doors

She draws around her heart

The present like a prayer

Because she knows how ebbs and flows

Dissolve into thin air

To melt like summer snow

The flower-frosted fell

Where all that is sweetens the kiss

That leads toward farewell

…and sheaf of season spent

As winnowing of husk

Spirals aloft where echoes waft

On autumn’s early dusk

© Janet Martin

'It gets light quite early', suggested a well-meaning friend
when we were discussing trying to get my fill of biking this summer...
 but, I like to see my son before he leaves for work at 7
 (I'll always cherish the memory of his acknowledgement-grunt
 to my good morning salutations, usually something like
 'Have a good day' or 'have a safe day' or 'Don't forget to shine today' etc. 😁)
then soon after he leaves childcare day begins.
So I just go biking whenever it works in because earth is telling us summer is fading fast!