September Gold

September's free-for-all gold glory-days surely deserves a bitty poem!

Good-bye, my sweet, sweet beloved summer...

Hello, darling fall;-)

With gilt of gold September weaves

A fragile quilt of gathered sheaves

Of golden rod and burnished leaves

And we all pause to stare

At nature’s wealth so freely spread

Across the heath that harbors dead

And drinks the tears of faith and dread

A gorgeous thoroughfare

…where beauty will not cease its cause

As seasons adhere to earth’s laws

And even misers must applause

Her resplendent demise

Lavish, the dress of common days

Enshrouded in bold, golden haze

Before merlot and scarlet blaze

Seduces our eyes

What treasure this, September gold

Where none can hoard but all behold

Her grandeur as sweet summer folds

Into autumn with ease

Where soon fond frenzy of farewell

Will flame upon the hill, the dell

A vault that cups the leaf-shaped knell

Of spilled-gold memories

© Janet Martin