Toe-to-Heel Tempo

 Hello September, and a little farewell August garden photo-shoot...

Pressed on a page of dust, the wanderlust of seasons spills

Where coffers surge with Eden’s splurge and nature’s timeless thrills

The undoing of days that long fueled the blaze of dreams

Scatters its ash; a silver splash on Time’s hastening streams

Laughter and tear, cheer-prick; the rose and thorn of having held

Oft cuts us to the quick as past, present and future meld

Where soft upon Time’s dawn to dusk the husk of moments strew

The trampled path with aftermath of soldered say and do

The quondam maze whereon we gaze in rev’rent retrospect

Cradles the haze of all the days that none can resurrect

The stringent stride of summer-tide to autumn’s holy hues

Can steal one’s breath where life and death insists upon its dues

Earth’s sweep is steeped in hints and tints of doors without a latch

The boon of August’s sultry afternoon soon meets its match

As green to gold to red enfolds sweet flower-hours, oh,

And earth, spring’s womb of birth becomes a tomb shrouded with snow

© Janet Martin

 ...no sea-song on sand for me today, but oh, what a season-song sweeps over the land;

I hope to be able to snag a few minutes to sit in my rickety rocker a bit and soak it in!