...As Everyone Is Asking Where Sweet, Sweet September Went

 Where oh, where did sweet September go???

 ...it dripped in a drop 

 and it slipped in a plop

of red apple laughter

 and yellow-leaf caught

soft on a silver and purple-plumed fell

 primed with a sonnet of summer farewell

The offspring of acquittal and rebuttal tunes a tide

That vexes and perplexes with irrevocable stride

It keeps proprietors of clock-stock ever on our toes

While pondering the age-old conundrum of where Time goes

Tis quite a subtle fling between first cry and final sleep

As mist of mystic Moment slips through grip’s ephem’ral keep

This here-today-and-gone-tomorrow beg-and-borrow ploy

Soils-cleans the cup, spoils-keens the sup of love’s sweet sorrow-joy

The wheel that packs the track where what we lack cheers what we hold

Is ethereal yet weaves an odyssey of gray and gold

As floors that roar with seasons spent spill solid solitude

Where everything that came and went is dust-to-dust subdued

Autumnal topiary eases us from summer’s swell

A sentimental poem pleads where none can thwart farewell

As offspring of daylight to dark vexes the eager stride

Of weathered pioneers aboard the bark of season-tide

© Janet Martin