September Serenade

Sometimes it pains us as we see time’s dauntless intervention

September wears a crown of brown and gold with hints of rust

We climb aboard mist-morning barge knowing its sure direction

To moor upon a purple sea of twilight-tinted dust

Steadfast, this ‘bearing witness of’ time's command, unrelenting

September shares its apples like anthems of sun-kissed spoil

And teaches us life-lessons about the payoff of planting

Of harvest-revelations and of fruit after long toil

 

(September dares to win us with cricket-song stippled days...)

We brave the wave that settles on the grave of time’s undoing

September dares to win us with cricket-song stippled days

While we enjoy and mourn life’s ever-yielding yet pursuing

The Alpha and Omega of love’s common-creature ways

The board-walk at the beach is bare; the air wears pale gray-yellow

September stirs the inner-us to slow our footsteps, oh,

While wood and garden tune the strings of nature’s wooing cello

A serenade to summer and life’s constant letting go

© Janet Martin