Is the haste of a season sometimes almost more than you can bear too?
Tonight we lingered, sipping rich, black espresso in the crisp, gold dusk...
Time’s fabric is so sheer
Like mist-embellished gauze
That gathers up laughter and tears
Into the year that was
How easily it slips
Through fingertips and sighs
Like poetry of eyes and lips
Of hellos and goodbyes
Futile to linger where
The daylight disappears
Beneath a shawl of dark blue air
Un-weathered by the years
How swiftly seasons waft
Like silver thistledown
Above the quiet woodland doffed
Of spring-to-autumn’s crown
We reach but cannot trace
The thread that weaves the year
As season-stitches interlace
Time’s fabric remains sheer
Let's savor its sheer bliss
With love's sheer appetite
And let the sheer wonder of This
Fill us with sheer delight
© Janet Martin
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