Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Catch Me If You Can


Away, away, ebbs break of day 
Dawn’s newest nuance flows 
Its height of bloom soon wooed away 
Like petals from a rose 


How soon, how soon the afternoon 
Folds up its gleaming fan 
And fills the shadows with a tune 
Of catch-me-if-you-can 


A-tsk, a-tsk, the brooding dusk 
Is like a clucking hen 
She spreads her wings over her chicks 
And draws them home again 

© Janet Martin 



 

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