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!