Panning For Autumn Gold or Because of Farewell's Winning Ways

I want to learn the fine art of panning for autumn-gold... To marvel at grand frescos etched on ceilings of thin airBefore time’s hand runs fingers through treetops silent and bare... I want to learn the fine art of panning for autumn-goldI want to try to taste more wonder than a heart can holdI want to be tuned to the imminence of letting goBecause the winning way of farewell hides in each hello I want to linger longer in a leaf-lit afternoonTo steep senses in flickers of woodland’s lofty festoonTo marvel at grand frescos etched on ceilings of thin airBefore time’s hand runs fingers through treetops silent and bare I want to plan a dinner-date beneath fall’s canopySerenaded by minstrels tall and stately as can beTo discover the treasure in the fine measure of NowAnd not postpone the pleasure of the fleeting autumn bough I want to make the most of what no sleight of can tameTo try each flying live-learn-love, where Past has staked it claimTo take more precious time to pause where Was is always chiefWhere winsome, winning ways of farewell fret in every leaf © Janet Martin I want to plan a dinner-date beneath fall’s canopySerenaded by minstrels tall and stately as can be...