Because We Never Know What Waits...

 

Because we never know what waits

While winter pounds on summer’s gates

While moments drip like diamond studs

Where Bygone’s velvet footfall thuds

On boulevards of misted gold

While what we have wafts through our hold

Like jewels we can never snare

But touch, as they slip to thin air

...we dare not stand and stare too long

Where life runs rife with yester-song

But thank God for each falling star

And make the most of where we are

© Janet Martin