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