When In The Thick of Push and Shove

'End of August' always seems to have a lonely ring to it and if offered

I'd do 'June-July-August' all over again...

of course, there are always days we would not want to repeat so the order of day-to-day is perfect...always new. 

Still, why does it keep surprising us so, as we tend to its urgent due?

If we are busy life is beautiful...pity the one with idle mind and hands, born for trouble!

When in the thick of push and shove

Of life and love’s incumbent dues

While flower-gardens spill profuse

Arrangements from earth’s treasure-trove

...and Summer, like time’s finest gown

Begins to fray along the edge

Where stray threads silver sun-kissed sedge

And grained gold drains from nature’s crown

…when in the thick of hold and scold

As arms enfold what none can stay

While rhetoric of day-to-day

Is always turning new to old

We turn with startled my, oh my

To wonder when its haste is spent

Where all the days of summer went

While we were tending its good-bye

© Janet Martin