As Autumn Strikes Her Match...

September broods above the woods

In musky-mist refrain

The orchard weighted with the fruit

Of summer sun and rain

Beneath the hues of dusty blues

And muted umber-flow

We watch as autumn strikes her match

And sets the earth aglow

September’s bloom in gaudy plume

Ignores her matted gown

Splashing bright-bold, with red and gold

Earth’s tattered garbs of brown

As zephyrs taunt the leafy haunt

In sassy-sweet caress

We watch as autumn strikes her match

And lights the verdant tress

The murmur of warm summer-love

Mellows her sanguine mirth

The gardener drops his work-worn glove

To stroll its trampled girth

September sighs, her moody eyes

Betrays her lithesome guile

We watch; autumn has lit her match

And old man winter’s smile

© Janet Martin

  

 I was working outside today, the air sultry-sweet with summer's farewell...