Signs of the Times...

We are halfway through September...already!

It is Sunday night.

When/if we awake we will be one week away from the first day of fall! 

When I dropped hubby off at work tonight it was dark before 8:00!

The air is drenched with musky scent; the rain-cloud snuffs the sun

And nighttime drops its dusky tent before the day is done

The orchard lane is dappled where the ripened apple plops

And suddenly we miss the robin’s warble in treetops

The harvest moon is like a loonie set on velvet deep

The cricket-tune is waning its incessant cheep-cheep-cheep

Soybean sweeps flutter like a butterfly kaleidoscope

And suddenly we read between the lines on wild-bloomed slope

Orange pumpkins wink from tangled fretwork that was green before

The spider spins its spangled network of silk gossamer

Now russet hints begin to tint the coppice by the fence

And suddenly we feel the tug of farewell’s imminence

…where golden candle-halos warm the nooks of heart and home

Where mellow yellow afternoon dangles from azure dome

And everywhere we look the earth and its fullness thereof

Brims, beams and bursts from seams of field and garden’s treasure trove

The brook is flecked with leaf-shaped rafts that drift, eddy and surge

A blue baton strums woodlands in A Prelude to the Dirge

Where signs of time beckon and call ‘the end is near, dear friend’

For suddenly we sense that fall is just around the bend

© Janet Martin

There is another End nearing according to the somber signs of the times

 foretold by Jesus on the Mount of Olives... 

 As Jesus was sitting on the Mount of Olives, 

the disciples came to him privately. 

"Tell us," they said, "when will this happen, 

and what will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?"

 Matt.24:3

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