Sunday, March 29, 2020

Momentous Mold


We are having a full-on dose of gray today
after a few gold-splashed lovelies! 



Lo and behold, the grey and gold that fuels have and hold and such
Bursts at the seams, surges and streams birthing requiems soon lost to touch

*Eddy and whirl, teddy and girl caught on a swirl of sequined mist
Your sky is young, time’s galleon a ship laden with dreamer’s grist

Now push, now pull, morning is full of moment-tulle soon worn and torn
Now work-play-pray, up and away the tattered fray of day is borne

Now wake and sleep and laugh and weep; where none can keep one wisp or sigh
Of gray or gold as have and hold becomes the mold of days gone by

© Janet Martin

*for my granddaughter who turns one today but
Whose birthday will be remembered as the one we had to celebrate from afar
Due to social-distancing due to COVID-19




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