I stopped by the garden today
Her summer-chatter spent
Save for a tattered, scattered fray
To prove she came and went
I stopped by the walnut tree
Her lacy crooning swoon
Weeps in bronze leaf-note rhapsody
Beneath October’s noon
In spite of greedy clocks, I stopped
To sail the leaf-lorn sea
Before another season locks
Its vault and keeps the key
I stopped where the flowers fell
I stopped where hours flew
I stopped beside the blue bloom-bell
To hear its knell, adieu
Yes, I stopped by the garden today
There wasn’t much to do
But wonder at Time’s tender way
And plant a tear or two
© Janet Martin