Time's Phoenix

September's kick-off was lively and lovely

in spite of the fact that I was mourning August's exodus.

Today is like an invitation, lovely as can be

To turn moments still in motion, into memory

Sculptor, poet, painter, potter; we are one of these

Turning morning’s latest offer into memories

Heartstrings tangle with the angle of shadow and breeze

As we wrangle threads that dangle, into memories

Today brims with perfect reasons to do all we dare

To make memories from seasons slipping to thin air

For all that remains tomorrow of today, you see

From fragments of joy or sorrow is its memory

Make the most of moment-tinder’s sparkling cuppa tea

Because time transcends its cinders in a memory

© Janet Martin

Make the most of moment-tinder’s sparkling cuppa tea...

Because time transcends its cinders in a memory

from this...

to this...

I  turned my back to take a 'memory-shot...

and when I turned around two more had wiggled beneath the quilt ...

It wasn't long before another joined them...

(tiniest tot was tucked into bed in the house)

Welcome, Sweet September!