It Is September, Love

 

You know that Thing we just started; well, we’re halfway through…September!

Happy Half-way Day to you;-)

That place of purple morning-mist

And blue-gold afternoon

Where tousled garden-paths untwist

A poet’s Brigadoon

That grace of summer not quite spent

And winter not quite near

Of white and azure gilded tent

Atop earth’s windswept pier

That room of bloom and soft-strummed leaf

And cricket minuet

That paradise of harvest-sheaf

And petal pirouette

A sanguine spark before the dark

Of early late-day dusk

A world of stragglers in time’s park

Heady with plum-sweet musk

That place of Holding’s letting go

Of laughter’s treasure-trove

Runs through our touch like sunbeam snow

It is September, love

© Janet Martin