For Fall-lovers

 

Soon the tug of Time will triumph

…teeny tick and tock somehow

Siphons summer from the tree trunk

Giddy with the green of Now

Soon a scroll of gold and scarlet

Will unfold autumnal awe

Seduce us with apple-tartlet

And lands rife with nature’s law

Soon this sweat-sweet toil and tilling

Will fall prey to pumpkin pie  

Where winds will be bent on chilling

To the bone and to the sky

Soon we’ll dig for sweaters, furry

Finding knitted ways to brave

Worlds where we no longer worry

About words like ‘long heat-wave’

Soon we’ll stand and study skylines

Stripped of all but brittle sound

Of leaf-cartwheels or battalion

Of corn-fields still harvest-bound

Soon the g-r-r-r of b-r-r-r will tarnish

Lily-laughter with lament

Soon the swoon of bloom will garnish

Time’s tomb-room of summer spent

© Janet Martin

My friend wondered if perchance there will be a fall-flavored poem soon... 

for those not quite so fond of sweat-glistening hymns😉😀😂
so this is for all the eager fall-lovers!