Summoning of Seasoned Senses...(a sort of farewell to sweet September)

 It is so difficult sometimes to reconcile our Want

to the will of Time...

Farewell, September, I hardly remember you

as you flowed through much to do!

As the days like sea-waves roll

Fading on dusk’s westward break

As mere moments take their toll

Strewing seasons in their wake

Seems I sense where echoes cling

An immense unraveling

As the years their fears resign

Sweetness tinged with bitter truth

As the tears with smiles entwine

Like a vine with blighted fruit

Seems I sense where seasons spill

An immense and binding chill

As the refuge once I sought

In some future fantasy

Crumbles where a world of thought

Tumbles through roused reverie

Seems I sense amidst its din

An immense calm closing in

As Time, neither friend nor foe

Turns the green tree russet-gold

As resistance yields its show

Where what once was young grows old

Seems I sense, on leaf-strewn yards

An immense changing of guards

© Janet Martin