Because It's All So Brief...from First Frond-Shimmer to Sheaf

A blend of panic and perfect pleasure

pervades my senses as I stand among

the brief and precious bloom of peonies...

(I just noticed on this photo above, 

the persistent bindweed has already resurfaced between the rocks, g-r-r-r!!

after I thought I tackled it thoroughly two weeks ago!! see this post)

Last night I realized the fading sheen of green in the neighboring grain field!

...evoking a tender tug, aware of the impending inevitable; June's farewell

Happy 2nd half of June!

The ups and downs

and in betweens

of grays and browns

and blues and greens

Unfolds an

ever-wending wow

from molds of

never-ending now

The ebb and flow

that tunes the sky

with dawn’s hello

and noon’s goodbye

Unravels as it

binds to sheaves

what sparkle-whit

unwinds and weaves

Where bidden nuance

woos its art

to hidden viewpoints

of the heart

Where oft we stand

to gaze, agape

at mist-soft land-

scapes taking shape

While hunger plunders

hills and holes

While wonder thunders

in our souls

With ups and downs

and in betweens

of grays and browns

and blues and greens

  

© Janet Martin

Psalm 144:4
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.