Eccles.3:11
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the human heart;
yet no one can fathom what God has done
from beginning to end.
Happy first September Saturday for this year!
I've had a very happy beginning...
Green lights all the way, BOTH WAYS through town on an early grocery-dash.
Feeling happy for the man piling groceries in the back seat of his pickup
between Child and Dog.
Stopping a few times on the way home,
first to admire an apple orchard with the appeal of propped ladders
then to delight in the pure abandon of two horses dashing round and round
their green pasture!
Where golden rod and wild asters collaborate to steal our breath...
Where beneath heaven's denim-deeps September’s soulful beauty splays
In orchards bent with apple red,...
in pastures green where horses prance...
In the cool of the morning where the lawn glimmers with gilt of dew
And coffee-steam hangs on the air and front porch chair dons quilt or two...
And the corn field is like a wall of whispers, lush, before the frost...
Where golden rod and wild asters collaborate to steal our breath
Where summer’s day hastens its gait toward birth’s sure ordinance; death
Where mellow yellow stubble-sweeps host perpetual cricket lays
Where beneath heaven's denim-deeps September’s soulful beauty splays
In orchards bent with apple red, in pastures green where horses prance
In the wild-flower-filled creek-bed, in the garden’s extravagance
In the cool of the morning where the lawn glimmers with gilt of dew
And coffee-steam hangs on the air and front porch chair dons quilt or two
And the corn field is like a wall of whispers, lush, before the frost
Turns banter brittle; where the call of Autumn stirs a sense of loss
Where eventide, awash with amber ambience runs delight wild
In spite of loath relinquishments, of season-songs Bygone-beguiled
By skylines, dusky like a plum, purple-sweet with mist and dust-kiss
Where scarlet striate starts to strum the first few bars of Autumn Bliss
Like a drum roll through woodland tress, like an arpeggio of leaf
September’s simple happiness fills summer hearts with sweet relief
And assurance of morrows swelled like buds, primed and waiting to burst
With beauty never yet beheld; while September plays preludes first
© Janet Martin
Where scarlet striate starts to strum the first few bars of Autumn Bliss
Like a drum roll through woodland tress, like an arpeggio of leaf...
