A MOMENT IN TIME … [ our TIME ]

Margaret, child: “you’re grieving”,

Over nature’s gold dis-leaving;

Autumn bows to earth's protection:

Gentle winds of insurrection...

Ah, as our souls grow older,

They do wear their wounds much bolder;

By and by, through gracious sighs,

They seek that place where nothing dies;

And yet (and yet) souls still weep:

We know why…

Hence, no matter what thy name

Sorrowing springs yield all the same;

No sobriquet can quite express

The love left bare once fall’s undressed:

‘Tis the scar our minds were made for

 Yes, (it’s “Margaret” that I mourn for).

Adaptation of G. Manley’s poem by Lisa Porter-Grenn