Saturday, September 4, 2021

September Skin...

Happy September Saturday!
SO much is happening to remind us
of the preciousness of Time...
Let's cherish moments with our loved ones because
we never know what a day holds!





Each morning is set free from a fresh flask of moment-dust
Then seize its opportunity and raise thy glass to Trust




The colours of the countryside have lost their lustrous sheen
The timbre of time’s telling tide shucks cornfields of lush green
Deception’s furtive favours, for a small while may appease
The heart with summer-flavours steeped in ling’ring fantasies
But cannot keep at bay for long the truth that will be told
Where September tolls welkin gong and turns the pear tree gold

…and tips yon cruet, spilling bluest awning overhead
Where sweet time as we knew it runs a sentimental thread
Through you and I as we grapple with subtle season-shifts
While comforted by apple-orchard orb’s enticing gifts
As we count down last days of summer with awed gratitude
For who can tally the vast ways of God’s goodness renewed 

Each morning is set free from a fresh flask of moment-dust
Then seize its opportunity and raise thy glass to Trust
For everyone can ill afford to pine for yester-years
But taste time’s vintage being poured, before it disappears
We have an obligation, nay, a privilege to give
To God pure adoration for each single day we live

September stokes in us an ache for Season almost spent
Where we are beholden to make the most of Mercy’s ‘lent’
And learn to love the colours that are slowly seeping in
For glove of youth and valour will soon don September skin
Where the fool mourns what once was, but the wise remain content
Time is too precious to fritter in bittersweet lament

© Janet Martin

Eccles.3:1
To everything there is a season, 
A time for every purpose under heaven:

It is also still very much canning season;
Off to make some salsa!


(I got up at 6:00 to start the canning 
but then the sun was rising 
and then a poem begged!)
And such is always the poet's quandary/dilemma
...to heed domestic duties or to poem-a 😏😊






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