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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