Called September Day

September Day One broke through the dark in fine, fine form!

 

Paint me a picture, love, September-blue

Rain-dappled dust on musk-dusk avenue

Purple dawn’s pasture with mist-filigree

Dapple noon’s meadow with wild aster spree

Pin back the night with white crescent of moon

Brush over river-rock soft, silver swoon

Highlight with golden rod, earth’s tousled hall

Tease maple tresses with traces of fall

Wring from the roses, summer’s last hurray

Paint me a picture called September Day

Darling, the hour is a flower, oh

Soon, soon its bloom will be covered with snow

© Janet Martin

Off to see what the rest of September Day One holds in store!