Today we are easy to please
September's lease forgives and stuns
Fathoms of life-discrepancies
With a dew-dipped puddle of sun
Flower gardens flaunt front row seats
Where Cricket-minstrels serenade
The minute-hand as it competes
With sweet September, heaven-made
September's door is wide open
September's floor is petal-strewn
September's window is unframed
September is time's afternoon
Today we ask for nothing more
Than this chicory and sedge hold
...The pathos of what lies in store
Is cradled in a sea of gold
We revel 'neath blue-beveled tide
Baroness in a beggar’s room
Satisfied to be satisfied
By September’s derelict bloom
© Janet Martin
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