I snagged a few pics from the front porch because it did not work to dash up the road tonight to get a better view, (due to getting home and quickly packing up hubby's supplies so he could leave... )
On westward shore to evermore the floor of heaven’s threshold
gleams
And gathers from the sum of moments that which fueled
yester’s dreams
And as the light of day grows dim farewell’s requiem
tolls like a bell
It trembles in this cage of skin where soft the silent
shadows fell
Then faded into blue on blue until the only thing we see
Are stars on stars on black on black and me with you and
you with me
…and sometimes we feel caught between the love of what we
have and hope
Where what we had slipped from our hands like the sun
slips from far west’s slope
And fingers warm with what they held reach toward what
yet waits to fill
The fond farewells that do not tell just how or what
echoes will spill
Where the tree etched against pink air captures our gaze
then disappears
Like a snuffed blaze into the haze that turns todays to
yester-years
The moon lies like a glimmer on a listless lake of ebony
Today glints like a shimmer on the ageless page of memory
© Janet Martin
