Friday, September 23, 2016

Little Land-Lullaby



Because, in the bold-gold thick of it we are often too busy to think of it, we 
are constantly amazed at the quickfooted-ness of days.
Slow down, sweet September. 
We are not ready yet to simply remember 
you:)


Tumbling,
Leaping,
Sliding,
Slipping
Rushing,
Gushing,
Subtle-
Dripping
From the tree and from
The sky
September-summer
Goodbye

Flitting,
Flying,
Sobbing,
Sighing
Air soft-kissed
With dust 
and mist
Jaded,
Faded
Green-song traded
For September-
Amethyst

Laughing,
Lolling,
Limping,
Strolling
Keen cajoling
Of leaf-tears
Crooning,
Crying,
Soft-sweet dying
As
September
Disappears 

Splendor shifting,
Daydreams drifting
From the 
Hub of
Hill and dell
Tender teasing
Breeze-song 
Easing
Into 
Season-spun 
Farewell

© Janet Martin

2 comments:

  1. It's somewhat bitter-sweet in September; the lovely trees that will soon be bare. Not changed too much yet here.
    Grace be with you.

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    1. thank-you David. Not too much change here except tonight the temps have dipped quite a bit for the first time and there are hints of tint in some trees. yes, it is always bitter-sweet to say farewell to another summer. Winter's fore-casted to be a doozy...(long and cold)!

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