Chimera

Unmoored now, it seems you hasten

As we on leaf-lorn lea

Perceive you, a frigate laden

With nevermore will be

Immortal cargo you carry

How quick a season culls

Every eat-drink-be merry

Into unyielding hulls

Leaving in your wake an ocean

Of ripple-song engraved

Where thought’s guttural emotion

Is raw and ill-behaved

Yet no terms of endearment

Will draw you back to shore

Here goes another summer then

Heave ho and au revoir

Unmoored now it seems you hasten

Upon a sea of years

A chimeral frigate laden

Where summer disappears

© Janet Martin

...from a sauna-like afternoon to a sharp-shivery morning; September