Portraits of September

It’s coral dawn and magenta dusk
It’s arm of brawn and sigh of musk
Its ruddy fruit where blossoms fell
Shadows taunting from the dell
Azure noon and purple night
Ribbon of amber and green respite
Beneath a warm and slumbering sky
As clouds like ships go drifting by
Its dusty pink and muted hue
It is every shade of blue
It’s warm and sweet at four p.m.
Its perfect peace on twilight’s hem
Its mellow sorrow in a cup
Take the chalice and drink it up

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Janet Martin

These are portraits of my
September day…….
And evening.
I left for a walk when the sun was bright
But returned in the glow of a turquoise twilight