Summer Subdued

Through haze of dust and mist and trust

To new Todays we waken

September is Time’s wanderlust-

Filled vagabond betaken

With harvest-hued, summer-subdued

Cone-flower blue recesses

With burnished gold where skies unfold

Hope renewed with our guesses

Time's phase of sweat and groan begets

A sudden, sounder reason

How It, though thief is also Chief

Of each refurbished season

Where morning’s cup is refilled up

With what dusk-vesper dwindled

As swindled fray of yesterday

On dawn’s hearth is rekindled

This begging breed of want and need

Feeds hunger’s wild ambition

And butters dread with daily bread

From founts of seed’s fruition

Where September, time’s wanderlust-

Filled Dreamer-dust is woken

With harvest-hued, summer-subdued

And New Today unbroken

© Janet Martin

Psalm 16:5-6

The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;

you hold my lot.

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;

indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.