This life we live is lent
Green leaf to silver sage
A perpetual annulment
Of scenes, once center stage
Four-season circuits gleam
Where dream and wanderlust
Soon clash with the more brash Regime
Of ash and mist and dust
Where, from green leaf to sheaves
With measure, always lent
Tumbles the filigree that weaves
The way a life is spent
…aware or unaware
From Whence lent moments brim
Yet all weaving the Thoroughfare
That draws us back to Him
© Janet Martin
It feels like we went from spring....
to summer...
to fall...
...in next to time at all!
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