Repeated Resolutions

For now I will ignore it

Those subtle hints of leaving

The sun is high in yonder sky

The harbinger of grieving

Slinks to the woodlot and the hill

To tease the mangled tresses

So I will take this chance to dance

In her prolonged caresses

For now I will embrace it

Her burnished benediction

On muted shores the truth implores

But here the calm conviction

That this is not the end my friend

Resides in golden candor

The sun is warm and in her arms

I revel in glad splendor

For now I will deny it

Though truth remains unshaken

As I observe the waning verve

Of sunbeams on the bracken

I cannot weep; above me sheep

Roam in cerulean meadows

And on the lawn I tread upon

The imprint of their shadows

For now I will take pleasure

In nothing but the moment

And I will splurge within the urge

To sip the tender torment

Of purple-gray against the day

Of faded blooms and bowers

I will not dare to let despair

Tarnish September’s hours

© Janet Martin

I was out waiting for the bus with Victoria and a sweet sadness washed over me...
the whisper of good-by weighed in the mist and yet the moment itself was...PERFECT!
There is such beauty in the broken and tattered remains of a season...J~