Precious Prelude

Pondering the Precious today... The sunshine sparked a bit of spring fever so,down with winter decor and up with suggestions of spring! A froth of fallen petals... Tomorrow we are halfway through February! A dash across the landscapeA splash upon the seaA kiss of This soft-taking shapeAnd then eternity A mist upon yon meadowAs twist of scar-stitched shawlsUnravels the foreshadowing'ere life’s last suture falls Love's lilts of tears and laughterLike quilts of grief and glee Hang from rafters where ever-afterVeils eternity A froth of fallen petalsA cloth of phantom tulle Enshrouds the dust that soon settles In the grave's solemn pull A chattering of seasonsA smattering of starsBefore we behold life's reasons Only death's door unbars A war of mortal adieuA score of days and thenLast breath, as Death transports us toEternity. Amen. A very precious preludeLingers precariouslyUpon the air not yet subduedBy vast eternity Gate, noiselessly unboltedWait swallowed up in SeeAs each voice of Choice is joltedInto eternity © Janet Martin