Echo Snow

Treasuring these summer daysbefore they fall in echo-snow.... Composed of moments none can see or feel with hands and feetAftermath of Reality, surreal and bittersweetA collection of frames unfurled in worlds of yesterdayCast of cadence and colors swirled, where echoes go to play How seamlessly one season slips into the next, and strewsBehind, ethereal eclipses that dawn-to-dusk accruesAs love both celebrates and grieves the double edge of joysA hill stippled with harvest-sheaves; a room emptied of noise How steadily the ooh and aah of highs and lows arrangeAn Intangible Panorama of what none can changeThe habits of time undeterred; happiness of helloSoon farewell-teared/tiered and Bygone-blurred where echoes ebb and flow How soon the blue-green scenery of June turns August goldSummer’s subtle origami tunes echoes, fold on foldA brutal bliss of hug and kiss, hold hinged to letting goAs compilations of What Is turns into echo-snow © Janet Martin