The Overcomer of Summer

The Overcomer of summer steals

Across earth's slope on phantom reels

Of dawn to dusk; the sumac feels

Her easy touch and blushes

Where winsome green of younger days

Surrenders to the subtle ways

Of change while an orchestra plays

Amongst the stalwart rushes

The Overcomer of summer slips

Like laughter where the blue sky drips

With pleasantness; we part our lips

To drink its willing wishes

Where sadly, suddenly we taste

The bittersweet of moment-haste

Strawberry wine evaporates  

In draughts of farewell kisses

The Overcomer of summer strolls

Where violet dusk and vesper lolls

And crick-cricket cadence cajoles

The earliness of evening

Behind us now the field is stripped

And orchards bow while we tight-lipped

Acknowledge what has softly slipped

Beyond the reach of being

The Overcomer of Summer laughs

We cling to things like photographs

as Her sun-dappled autographs

Distract us from mere hours

while all along, though we ignored

The certainty of Her reward

She leads us lady-like toward

A garden without flowers

© Janet Martin

Last night I tugged my sunflower jungle from the garden. I hope it has not yet re-seeded too profusely! They were oh so very friendly and oh so bossy for they really do take over a garden if allowed!

 We are wrapped in a pink blanket this morning...