Not Gone Too Soon...(a letting-go-of-August medley)

 

 

A hint of blush begins to push
Through limelight plumes and sedum bush
Bloom’s hearty grip begins to slip
And yield to nature’s leadership
Where morning pours quadrillion stars
To dazzle heatwave-weathered bars
Where crickets never sleep but keep
A constant rhythm of cheep-cheep-cheep
Where orchards bend with dividend
Where minnow-tickled shallows wend
Where gardens brim with harvest hymn
And humbled thankful hearts join in
With flat tone of cicada’s drone
And raucous crow and blue heron
Where peach-juice drips from chins and lips
And sweetens tender farewell-trips
With sighs that find in ties that bind
The present to paths, echo-lined
The common ground where sight and sound
Is eternally summer-bound
In spite of hints in amber tints
And early, rebel russet glints
Among the sheen of laughing green
Ruled, like we, by a Hand unseen
Nay, kindly held while moments meld
Into a Song of Season Felled
*While cellars fill as seed-pods spill
The perfect timing of God’s will

© Janet Martin

*While hazy noon like cello-tune
Serenades Something/Summer gone too soon
Was originally the last two lines but something didn’t feel ‘right’
So I let it simmer a bit as I began the day’s duties rife with seasonal delights
And suddenly I knew what was missing…my summer-heart's surrender to God’s perfect timing!