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Sunday, April 18, 2021

Time's Tapestry

 Just a few stitches of this weekend's tapestry...










Short Version

Woven with wisp of soft wind-song
Hope and heartache filigree
Echoes of hello and so long
Fragments of what used to be
Beauty’s blessing of beholding
Blooms, then petals as they fell
Wonder of a bud unfolding
Nature’s favorite miracle
Awed amazement and awareness
Of a season’s brevity
Wisdom’s painstaking preparedness
Folly’s careless apathy
Longing’s deep and utter yearning
Puppy dog chasing a ball
Wizened one and toddler learning
How to get up when they fall
Sunlight slanting through a window
Washed with rain that turned earth green
Tilling, planting fallow furrow
With faith’s evidence unseen
While summer slips into autumn
While fields fill with harvest-prime
Tapestry of life is woven
On a loom that we call time

© Janet Martin

Long Version...

Woven with wisp of soft wind-song
Hope and heartache filigree
Echoes of hello and so-long
Fragments of what used to be

Beauty’s blessing of beholding
Blooms, then petals soundless fall
Wonder of a bud unfolding
Nature’s favorite miracle

Rustle of leaf-vesper sighing
Where shadows and twilight meld 
Bustle of workaday dying
Into navy, velvet veldt 

Lilt of laughter, gilt of After-
Math in all its sundry forms
Rainbow lowered from yon rafter
Bent by He who cradles storms
 
Awed amazement and awareness
Of a season’s brevity
Wisdom’s painstaking preparedness
Folly’s careless apathy

Hush of diamond-dazzled daybreak
Rush of diamond-stippled stream 
Plush of diamond-studded snowflake
Rush of diamond-starry dream 

Longing’s deep and utter yearning
Puppy dog chasing a ball
Wizened one and toddler learning
How to get up when they fall
 
Hunger of both heart and belly
Thunder of both sky and soul
Gladness in a jar of jelly
Or a heaping popcorn bowl

Ever-changing panorama
Of cloud-vista overhead
Never-ending what-if-drama
Of  expectation and dread

Sunlight slanting through a window
Washed with rain that turned earth green
Tilling, planting fallow furrow
With faith’s evidence unseen

...while summer turns into autumn
While fields brim with harvest-prime
Tapestry of life is woven
On a loom that we call Time

© Janet Martin

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