Because, in the bold-gold thick of it we are often too busy to think of it, we
are constantly amazed at the quickfooted-ness of days.
Slow down, sweet September.
We are not ready yet to simply remember
you:)
Tumbling,
Leaping,
Sliding,
Slipping
Rushing,
Gushing,
Subtle-
Dripping
From the tree and from
The sky
September-summer
Goodbye
Flitting,
Flying,
Sobbing,
Sighing
Air soft-kissed
With dust
and mist
Jaded,
Faded
Green-song traded
For September-
Amethyst
Laughing,
Lolling,
Limping,
Strolling
Keen cajoling
Of leaf-tears
Crooning,
Crying,
Soft-sweet dying
As
September
Disappears
Splendor shifting,
Daydreams drifting
From the
Hub of
Hill and dell
Tender teasing
Breeze-song
Easing
Into
Season-spun
Farewell
© Janet Martin
It's somewhat bitter-sweet in September; the lovely trees that will soon be bare. Not changed too much yet here.
ReplyDeleteGrace be with you.
thank-you David. Not too much change here except tonight the temps have dipped quite a bit for the first time and there are hints of tint in some trees. yes, it is always bitter-sweet to say farewell to another summer. Winter's fore-casted to be a doozy...(long and cold)!
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