We Call This Piece September

 (September feels like cello music to me)

...the first line came to me as I watched  from my dentist chair perch this morning; yellowing branches strumming the sky outside the window...

The Fellow in the yellow on the Cello

Plays a musk-dusk mellow tune

Gone is the lilt of the doggerel spilt

To budding May and June

Now, the fellow in the yellow on the cello

Draws his bow across the strings

In minor key, its melody

Like fireside evenings

And we pause because he draws our thoughts

To Time's sun-burnished art

for the fellow in the yellow on the cello writes

In whispers of the heart

…and we call this piece September; we remember

Why we love it so

As we linger licking fingers dipped in apple and ginger

And slow, slow letting go

© Janet Martin

...or in our case, tomatoes and icing;))