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