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Saturday, November 7, 2020

Fond Farewell-Forge



We are always on the verge of Fond farewells,
but hallelujah, we are also always on the verge of Hello's unfolding rose.


Farewell is love's most Bitter Sweet!

How, after all the autumns 
Where spent leaf-laughter lies 
Does Time’s meted momentum 
Still take us by surprise 



After being buried in snow 5 days ago
this autumn summer is ever so much sweeter!!




Ah, manifest momentum 
Of seasoned gravity 
The swaying of a pendulum 
We feel but cannot see 

Over harvest-cropped landscape 
A wave of hunger heaves 
Farewell is always taking shape 
In the summer of leaves 

How, after all the autumns 
Where spent leaf-laughter lies 
Does Time’s meted momentum 
Still take us by surprise 

…to force the heart to wrestle 
With tides it cannot vex 
Where Farewell is a vessel 
Laden with what is next 

Life’s white heat on love’s anvil 
Forges fond farewell’s art 
But cannot touch or trample 
The showcase of the heart 

So, as we ponder hours 
Where farewell fills the room 
Remember, hello’s flowers 
Are bursting into bloom 

…to steep life’s dusk or autumn 
With wonder to behold 
Gilding the most commonplace frond 
In etching of pure gold 

© Janet Martin

the past few dusk's have been 
drop-everything-and-behold 
beautiful!
as earth's echo-land is etched in gold









To everything there is a season, 
A time for every purpose under heaven:

Eccles.3:1


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