It Gets Me Every Time

 

Although officially it is still summer, 

the end of August often has an 'End of Summer' feel!

This is the time of year when neither days or nights are quite long enough!

As Granddaughter helped me in the kitchen a few days ago

I had a profound sense of 'olden' days renewed; 

she is such a mix of all three of our daughters!

The way that seasons sweep across the countryside with ease

A burst of song released to steep and toss the tress of trees

A lovely leaf and flower happiness enhancing earth

Until life’s brief encounter yields to death, conceived at birth

It gets me every time; each sweet and fleeting season-span

Portraying in its lilt and chime the numbered days of man

The way the bud-loom brims, dazzles and dims; show-stoppers bow

Beneath weaning rhythms and winds that always stun, somehow

Though green of youth has always yielded to the woo of years

(The weathered stance of truth unshaken by century-peers)

It gets me every time; the way moment-silk spins and weaves

Bygone’s gossamer clime with all love celebrates and grieves

The way what may seem small becomes the measure of a life

The way the writing on the wall is always running rife

Where endings and beginnings meld one season to the next

A treasure briefly held then felled; love, gladly, sadly vexed

It gets me every time; the way footfalls compose a song

The tempo of its pantomime, so-long, so-long, so-long

© Janet Martin

Eccles.12:1

Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth,

 Before the difficult days come, 

And the years draw near when you say,

 “I have no pleasure in them”: