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Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Summer's Embers...


“Have you ever given orders to the morning,
    or shown the dawn its place, 
 that it might take the earth by the edges
    and shake the wicked out of it? 
 The earth takes shape like clay under a seal;
    its features stand out like those of a garment.
Job 38:12-14 





Above us banks of clouds
Glow like a dying fire
Below the misty morn enshrouds
The stage of cricket-choir

A symphony of sound
From summer’s embers swell
Its rush of flower-hours bound
Like sheaves upon the fell
 
A tempest, still at bay
Rouses the heart to sense
Beyond the cricket’s rippling lay
The fireside’s recompense

Where now the gourd yet beams
Like lanterns from yon slope
Where now the faithful farmer gleans
The aftermath of hope

And trees toss glossy manes
And clap their leafy limbs
Before the stilling autumn rains
Strip woodlot of its hymns

And leaves life’s music strewn
Like little mementos
Of once upon an afternoon
And summer’s beaming rose

© Janet Martin



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