Thursday, October 1, 2020

October or, Let's Learn to Eat Our Apples Slower


Happy October!







Once more we reacquaint ourselves with firesides and shawls 
The study of leaves grieves and thrills as summer’s awning falls 
To decorate the path that lures us like a laughing child 
Through that which no amount of hope secures, though it runs wild 
While walnut trees shed yellow tears like dizzy butterflies 
And we smother or sweeten fears with fresh-baked pumpkin pies 

Once more we savour memories and feel as rich as kings 
To think that God’s tender mercies should grant such lovely things 
Where summer is a dancer in time’s fleet-footed quadrille 
Where autumn always answers with an apple-dappled chill 
Where home is like a cozy quilt with love in every stitch 
Where leaf-acrobats twirl and lilt and blue-toned winds bewitch 

Once more the farmer gathers in the final harvest-fling 
Where by God’s grace the seed untethers miracles within 
The older that we get the more we marvel at it all 
That something oh, so great instills something so very small 
And how we, like a little seed are imbued with far more 
Than mortal could accomplish without God’s Divine Rapport 

Once more we find fine reasons to be filled with happiness 
For every single season binds sheaves fit for thankfulness 
We lift to our lips a mug of steaming sustenance 
(How many blessings can we count in just that one sentence) 
To praise the One who tucks October’s stunning sweeps between 
September’s summer afterglow and November’s mute scene 

Once more books become soul-mates where each twilight we set sail 
Like pillow-buoyed pirates to where e’er a page may hail 
Across the street, around the world, we are both young and old 
Abreast the tides that swirled and twirled green into red and gold 
Where time is always on the move, a phantom carousel 
Let’s learn to linger longer, love, before That Last Farewell 

Let’s learn to eat our apples slower; relish every bite 
For soon the dark will shower us with kisses starry-white 
Let’s not be so intent upon the hunger for the thrill 
Lest October is lent and gone before we had our fill 
Let’s simply savour the full flavour of Moment in Hand 
Before once more Time shuts the door to Bygone’s Neverland 

© Janet Martin 

Let's learn to eat our apples slower...




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