From Time's Tailor...

November's late-day hues are hard to top!

When Victoria and I saw these colours unfolding

yesterday afternoon

we dropped what we were doing to drench ourselves in

November's Masterpiece

Last leaves vacate the lofty limb 

Branches like black embroidery 

Are etched upon dusk’s flaming scrim 

Of pink fading to ebony 

Where autumn’s awesome oriflamme 

Dwindles until it is no more 

Save flecks upon the sprawling calm 

Of November’s stark corridor 

November’s barren beauty sparks 

A reverential spectacle 

Thought, like a wanderer embarks 

On excursions, ephemeral 

Thankfulness is joy’s saving grace 

As seasons skim and sweep and glance 

Through have-and-hold’s futile embrace 

Leaving only echo-Rembrandts 

The undertow of season-strains 

No mortal means can overthrow 

The One who is supreme sustains 

The framework of Soul-sacred throe 

Nature showcases Deity 

His flawless handiwork imbues

November with Tranquility 

Captured in brooding, burnished hues

Earth nestles 'neath November's arch

Lowering trestles dark with snow

Thought wrestles with the steady march

Of moments as they come and go

Where sum of Season's aftermath

Is more than fabric tossed afar

God cuts the pattern of time's path

And grafts it to Right Where We Are

© Janet Martin 

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