November-Hushed

Garden-scapes are strangely quiet... Sheared and shucked and tucked and tilled... Hushed, the heaven-on-earth riot... Of frames, fruit and flower-filled Autumn's auburn awnings dwindled Golden haloes dimmed and fell... Autumn's auburn awnings dwindledGolden haloes dimmed and fellEarth, a hearth of embers kindledWith November-hushed farewell Hushed, lush, lofty leaf-song riversNature's funereal reposeQuickens sentimental shiversFrom our heads down to our toes Garden-scapes are strangely quietSheared and shucked and tucked and tilledHushed, the heaven-on-earth riotOf frames, fruit and flower-filled Hushed, the carefree, barefoot banterOf life-heady, laughing childHeedless of Time's fixed decanterSpilling where farewells run wild Like a heart learning love's lessonsEarth endures That Which Must BeTime's cacophony of seasonsAge-old, still stuns you and me Where the bud bursting with treasureBears its bloom, withers and fallsTill the whole of nature's pleasureDecks November's doleful/soulful halls Hushed beneath a sheath of snowflakesHope and joy toll welkin bellsComforting a world of heartachesWith November-hushed farewells © Janet Martin Hushed, the carefree, barefoot banterOf life-heady, laughing child...