Tuesday, August 20, 2019

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


2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!