Treasuring these summer days
before they fall in echo-snow....
Composed of moments none can see or feel with hands and feet
Aftermath of Reality, surreal and bittersweet
A collection of frames unfurled in worlds of yesterday
Cast of cadence and colors swirled, where echoes go to play
How seamlessly one season slips into the next, and strews
Behind, ethereal eclipses that dawn-to-dusk accrues
As love both celebrates and grieves the double edge of joys
A hill stippled with harvest-sheaves; a room emptied of noise
How steadily the ooh and aah of highs and lows arrange
An Intangible Panorama of what none can change
The habits of time undeterred; happiness of hello
Soon farewell-teared/tiered and Bygone-blurred where echoes ebb and flow
How soon the blue-green scenery of June turns August gold
Summer’s subtle origami tunes echoes, fold on fold
A brutal bliss of hug and kiss, hold hinged to letting go
As compilations of What Is turns into echo-snow
© Janet Martin
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