Everlasting Blue

Some questions I am loathe asking

Do you miss me like I miss you?

When we are far too far apart

Is your heart also billow-blue?

Or is it just another day

Of green and gold with bits of gray?

August is filled with cricket song

And you were gone with spring’s last snow

Future comes swiftly but the past

Reclines beyond time’s moment-flow

Where missing you is like a chant

Of blue where twilight shadows slant

The mind can hold a world of thought

Never released in written word

Strange how wind-song can break the lock

Where fondest farewell tears are stored

I trace the void of missing you

In everlasting shades of blue

© Janet Martin

There's something about cricket-song that evokes the blue in me... perhaps because it's the prelude to summer's end.

Invisible Minstrels

Oft for these wee minstrels I yearn

From winter’s lusty fire

Tonight the lyricists return

To strum the hidden lyre

On lush and sultry summer-stage

A resonant vibration

Of choristers tune brush and sage

And sundry vegetation

In silver notes their anthems swell

Above the raven spire

Surely the starlit pinnacle

Exalts this humble choir

An obscure throng of summer-song

A comely dispensation

Of unfeigned praise; madrigal raised

To Author of creation

Oft for these wee minstrels I yearn

From winter’s frozen bowers

For harmony of green-leaf fern

And cricket-murmured hours

Tonight their salutation spills

In pure, fervent devotion

The cricket-song of summer fills

Deep midnight’s lambent ocean

© Janet Martin

Yes, they are back!