The burnished bloom
is weeping
And our pulses feel
its grief
Beneath the stealthy fingers
Of a silent, subtle
thief
As spring turns into
summer
And then summer turns
to fall
Life adds another
chapter
To its vapor madrigal
Soon summer’s rose is
ravaged
By the pilferage of
time
Its bud of youth
unfolded
In the lilt of living’s
rhyme
The flower fields its fragments
Back to earth from
whence it came
We cling to fading
echoes
And the whispers of a Name
Yes, the vibrant
bloom is drooping
Man cannot dissuade
the course
Or design of nature’s
order
Nor the Hand beneath
its force
For to everything, a
season
And a time for every
plan
Providence employs its reason
…we behold His love
for man
© Janet Martin
Another year of
blooms is past…
