First Day of Autumn Poem

Worn wind wanders wooded wild

Leaf-song is its summer-child

Swift, suave generations falter

Time’s cradle; consummate alter

Wish and whimsy cannot keep

Broken blossoms from their sleep

Like free-thinkers laud rebellion

Dreamer's cling to leaf-medallion

Pretty posy, fair art thou

Yet soon, soon thy head wilt bow

We are like a field of flowers

All of life must yield to hours

Lilt of lavender, oh my

How you tease the breeze and I

But no gardener can garner

Summer, save in jelly-larders

Whiff of wonderment is Time

Twisted stubble-pocked rose-rhyme

Taste its salt-tears where surrender

Succumbs first to autumn splendor

©Janet Martin

Yesterday the weatherman said its looks like Autumn is going to make amends for what some called a ‘bummer of a summer’!

I'm not sure if every-one's google-page looks the same but today's first day of autumn page just makes one smile and feel good!