Fall-fever

...here are a few frames that sparked fall-fever symtoms;)

It seeps into green-coppice art

Tousles its diadem

It interrupts the trepid heart

That clings to summer’s hem

It spirals on emboldened breeze

And golden walnut leaf

It frolics where new minstrels tease

The summer-lover’s grief

It hides inside sun-sweetened pears

And drips from nature’s lip

To bronze-frond fence-line thoroughfares

Where summer lost its grip

It slips between the song and dance

Of what was and will be

And startles Farewell’s reluctance

With giddy chivalry

It kisses orchard avenues

It rankles with Intent

To those inclined to sing the blues

Of summer-gone lament

It mothers Thought and Fond Feeling

And cradles to its cheek

Fragmented flowers, soft-stealing

Summer; its mesh is weak  

It rouses echoes from deep sleep

Of childhood’s long ago

And wraps its subject in a sweep

Of summer’s afterglow

© Janet Martin