To epitaphs scrawled on a gift
Of moment-gold we cannot hold
For Time is insistent and bold
…and strips the bud that broke and thrilled
The limb where spring and summer spilled
To winds of phantom, freight-like train
That brings December once again
It rumbles from wide open skies
And showers silver sparkle-sighs
To eventide once dull and brown
December is November’s crown"
Ponder Janet's full poem here - your soul will thank you.
