Saturday, September 10, 2022

September Stage...



Aren't you glad fall is not a bully, but eases summer hearts toward the door of season-change
with such a pleasant demeanor we cannot be too sad...

Fall flutters in on zinnia-wings...

...on sedum's demure blush

Beneath a sweep of cumulus and nimbostratus skies
Soybean fields glitter with impressions of bronzed butterflies


Fall shimmers in on misty morning glory mantled stairs...



Fall flutters in on zinnia-wings and sedum’s demure blush
On cinnamon and cardamom and ginger-burnished bush
Beneath a sweep of cumulus and nimbostratus skies
Soybean fields glitter with impressions of bronzed butterflies

Fall moseys in while we get cozy in sweaters and socks
While harvest spills and toil refills jars, bins, barrels and crocks
While amber ambience begins to steep the atmosphere
With the sweet-bitter sense of summer’s farewell drawing near

Fall eases in where trees begin to tell the tender truth
How even earth cannot preserve verve of eternal youth
But yields its hills and fields to the law and order of God
Who orchestrates the floodgates of bud and seed, sky and sod

Fall shimmers in on misty morning glory mantled stairs
It gleams in streams of golden rod, in purple aster-flares
It loiters in the orchard where the apple tree is bent
With proof of summer’s fond, fruit-laden, fading testament

Fall tints the countryside with hints of ‘what must be will be’
Before the End of Summer is declared officially
Like the turn of the tide fall starts to flow across a shore
With ripple over ripple until summer is no more

Fall sparkles in September's winnowing of summer's ties
September, like a harbinger with kind and laughing eyes
Is gently drawing autumn's door ajar before the rose
Has strewn its petals on the floor of summer's curtain-close 

© Janet Martin

Happy Sweet, September Saturday!





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