Winnowed World

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,  that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.Psalm 90:14 Without More to live for than Thislife would be a leap of lack! But by the grace of Godwe may sing for joyand be glad all our days! Time's season-circuit seems to spin faster and fasteras the years fly by...I feel like I just planned and planted this year's gardensand already we are gathering its final fareand 'tucking' flower-haunts in for a nap! Season-circuits sweep the surfaceOf the earth and disappearBefore-after, sorrow-laughterMeld in mementos of HereSoft and subtle, brusque rebuttalGrinds the gears of live-and-learnBitter-sweeter, dusk-defeaterFuels flues of No Return Buds and flowers, barren bowersSeason-circuit spins and spillsGiving, taking, sleeping, wakingWant and wonder taunts and thrillsOne door opens while one closesRearranging points of viewRush of roses soon exposesDust to dust’s inherent due Tend to duty bent with beautyDazzling dreamlands laid to wasteWorking, playing, hoping, prayingLingering while hours hasteSacred splendor, mean and tenderKeens the crux of have and holdKind and cruel binding duelWeans Time’s tux of autumn-gold Where the embers of September’sMellow, yellow flickers fadeWhere the mettle of the petalFalls like music-notes soft-playedWhere the flurry of our hurryStirs a blur of Must-to-mistUnfurled, winnowed world of windowsFull of faces farewell-kissed © Janet Martin