A local woodland nook....
... local lane-ways lined with 'look!'
Soulful surrender, summer’s embers gleam
Painting a picture on purple-ridged ream
Vexing the poet with verses half-mast
Lust for the future from dust of the Past
Frail and flamboyant, fall’s fabric-work vies
For the attention of wonderstruck sighs
Beneath the boughs that birthed buds into bloom
Scatter the tatters from nature’s grand loom
Hush-a-bye hollow of bracken and brook
Here lovers linger in leaf-lavished nook
Sun-startled arbors of scarlet-gold fronds
Rise above rustles of russet and bronze
Wind in the woodland, ah, bittersweet brogue
One day a darling, the next day a rogue
Heaven’s pen dangles from every tree
Teasing the troubadour with what could be
Awe full of autumn and soul full of smile
Dream full of daring to pause for a while
Letting the beauty of seasons applaud
Heart full of hunger and eyes full of God
© Janet Martin