do you feel it?!
The tender tug from a team of phantom Steads that drew June
with subtle ease to Never-land
Today we harvested mint leaves (before they go into flower)
so we can drink mint tea to our heart's content next winter while white gales howl
and hiss, rattling windows and bare branches ...doesn't today suddenly feel extra-blissful 😀
The fleeting font of moments metes its mist
Where Hunger’s ageless army wages war
Summer spills thrills in gold and amethyst
It tests the grist where vice and virtue spar
And moves beneath the hooves of tick and tock
A carriage drawn by steads inside the clock
The starting place of days is soon high noon
High noon shimmies across a southward slope
Where husk of dusk hoists up a wisp of moon
And tunes unfinished tasks with rest and hope
As mankind copes with strain of rod and staff
While proof of truth like grain is weaned from chaff
The scenes that sweetened winter’s meanest drift
Now keen a sudden, sentimental ache
The team that drew June’s chariot was swift
And left a cloud of wonder in its wake
Whilst mingling farewell’s bittersweet goodbye
With Expectation turned toward July
We find with thorn a rose, with rose, a thorn
Morn melts the dark that rolled in like a wave
The tender tug within the bosom borne
Will follow us, methinks, into the grave
We learn, as Reason yields its shield and sword
Each season has both challenge and reward
© Janet Martin
