September's Farewell Song...

I’m not going so far away, really

Eleven months distance by train, foot or plane

Or one step backward from here, but my darling

One step back cannot restore moments again

I hear a near voice calling, calling, calling

And I must go. Though I know I would stay

If granted permission but, oh my darling

No one can barter with Time’s chartered prey

I leave you the hill slowly spilling its ardor

I leave you the tree turning crimson and gold

And in every ditch, hollow, hummock and arbor

I leave more beauty than words can quite hold

All the love poems can’t spell farewell’s feeling

Darling, departure tugs heaven’s heartstrings

And in a way it seems we are ever dealing

With the letting go that love’s holding on brings

Don’t be too sad love, tears are temporary

And years return much in their full-circle chase

So I leave you in good hands, darling Darling

October is waiting to take my place

© Janet Martin