Passing of the Summer

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The passing of the summer fills again
my heart with strange sweet sorrow, and I find
the very moments precious in my palm.
Each dawn I did not see, each night the stars
in spangled pattern shone, unknown to me,
are counted out against me by my God,
who charges me to see all lovely things…
~Jane Tyson Clement from “Autumn”

 

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I know I have missed too much over my life time:
so many one-of-a-kind masterpieces hung in the sky
at the beginning and the ending of each day
I never noticed, being asleep to beauty.
I no longer move oblivious
through the birthing and the dying of the days
without shedding a tear,
now knowing how precious the moments
and how rare and loving the Artist.

 

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2 thoughts on “Passing of the Summer

  1. I’ve already resolved to camp out in the yard next spring for as long as it takes to watch a daffodil bloom, from first green shoot to full flower. I’m convinced that, if I’m patient enough, I will actually be able to see it grow. Much better than watching paint dry!

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