Sweeps of Something...

Bent to the task of Becoming

Tending to Time’s bag of tricks

Leaving behind sweeps of Something

Stippled with kisses and kicks

Nature plays havoc with heartstrings

Taskmaster and dreamer spar

Turning prudence and the art-thing

Into a sweet tug of war

We sense a suave circumvention

While we snare summer in jars

Cricket-song rouses reflection

Seasoned with sequins and stars

Who can afford to stand too long

Staring where earth meets the sky

Time tunes the bars of its love song

With echoes of days gone by

© Janet Martin