Sheer Veneer

Is the haste of a season sometimes almost more than you can bear too? Tonight we lingered, sipping rich, black espresso in the crisp, gold dusk... Time’s fabric is so sheerLike mist-embellished gauzeThat gathers up laughter and tearsInto the year that was How easily it slipsThrough fingertips and sighsLike poetry of eyes and lipsOf hellos and goodbyes Futile to linger whereThe daylight disappearsBeneath a shawl of dark blue airUn-weathered by the years How swiftly seasons waftLike silver thistledownAbove the quiet woodland doffedOf spring-to-autumn’s crown We reach but cannot traceThe thread that weaves the yearAs season-stitches interlaceTime’s fabric remains sheer Let's savor its sheer blissWith love's sheer appetite And let the sheer wonder of ThisFill us with sheer delight © Janet Martin