I scribbled this one on the way home today as I realized our comments
breaking little stretches of silence
were either retrospect or looking ahead...
A toss-up between retrospect
And wondering what will be
A tug twixt heart-string dialect
And half-penned poetry
A futile fight, of holding tight
And gently letting go
Reeling from the brunt of delight
In drifts of echo-snow
…and sensing Time's searing caress
No bargain can defeat
After-holiday happiness
Is always bittersweet
© Janet Martin
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