Precious Prelude

Pondering the Precious today...

The sunshine sparked a bit of spring fever so,

down with winter decor 

and up with suggestions of spring!

A froth of fallen petals...

Tomorrow we are halfway through February!

A dash across the landscape

A splash upon the sea

A kiss of This soft-taking shape

And then eternity  

A mist upon yon meadow

As twist of scar-stitched shawls

Unravels the foreshadowing

'ere life’s last suture falls

Love's lilts of tears and laughter

Like quilts of grief and glee 

Hang from rafters where ever-after

Veils eternity 

A froth of fallen petals

A cloth of phantom tulle 

Enshrouds the dust that soon settles 

In the grave's solemn pull

A chattering of seasons

A smattering of stars

Before we behold life's reasons 

Only death's door unbars 

A war of mortal adieu

A score of days and then

Last breath, as Death transports us to

Eternity. Amen.

A very precious prelude

Lingers precariously

Upon the air not yet subdued

By vast eternity

Gate, noiselessly unbolted

Wait swallowed up in See

As each voice of Choice is jolted

Into eternity 

© Janet Martin