Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere
The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here
Where earth is smitten with plush quietness
Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress
Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance
A madrigal of autumnal romance
Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal
Where Triumph’s surmount rolls shut like a scroll
Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips
Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips
Where there is nothing new under the sun
Yet every end is a new Thing begun
Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame
Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game
Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped
And tucked across a pale, subdued landscape
© Janet Martin
Then, just for fun I shuffled some lines:)
Then, just for fun I shuffled some lines:)
Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere
Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress
The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here
Where earth is smitten with plush quietness
Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance
Where Triumph's surmount rolls shut like a scroll
A madrigal of autumnal romance
Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal
Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips
Where there is nothing new under the sun
Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips
For every end is a new Thing begun
Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame
Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped
Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game
Plucked, tucked across a pale subdued landscape
© Janet Martin
