Dear Sir of Summer Sorrow

 

For me the end of summer/September is always bittersweet!

Because summer, always full of much to do,

 always flies by far too quickly 

and September feels a little like the Season of Looking Back

at the Summer of Life.

But autumn hastens too, 

so let's pursue its precious purpose 

with thankful gladness before it is gone!

Below, pages from the book

The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady

Dear sir of summer sorrow

Dear ma’am if I may

There is no sweet tomorrow

To bring back yesterday

Futile to while the hour

In bittersweet lament

None can restore the flower

Of yester-summer spent

To everything a season

Soft-slipping out of reach

To every day a Reason

To learn what it would teach

To pay careful attention

To what soon disappears

Into the blue dimension

Of ageless yesteryears 

Because autumn’s wayfaring

Soon hastens through our skin

Let’s linger in its bearing

Ere winter closes in

© Janet Martin

Eccles.3:1-8

To everything there is a season,

and a time for every purpose under heaven:

2a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to break down and a time to build,

4a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

6a time to search and a time to count as lost,

a time to keep and a time to discard,

7a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 7:14
In the day of prosperity be joyful,

 but in the day of adversity consider: 

God also hath set the one over against the other,

 to the end that man should find nothing after him.