September Song-part one

Eccles.3:11

He has made everything beautiful in its time.

 He has also set eternity in the human heart; 

yet no one can fathom what God has done

 from beginning to end.

Happy first September Saturday for this year!

I've had a very happy beginning...

Green lights all the way, BOTH WAYS through town on an early grocery-dash.

Feeling happy for the man piling groceries in the back seat of his pickup

between Child and Dog.

Stopping a few times on the way home,

first to admire an apple orchard with the appeal of propped ladders

then to delight in the pure abandon of two horses dashing round and round

their green pasture!

Where golden rod and wild asters collaborate to steal our breath...

Where beneath heaven's denim-deeps September’s soulful beauty splays

In orchards bent with apple red,...

 in pastures green where horses prance...

In the cool of the morning where the lawn glimmers with gilt of dew

And coffee-steam hangs on the air and front porch chair dons quilt or two...

And the corn field is like a wall of whispers, lush, before the frost...

Where golden rod and wild asters collaborate to steal our breath

Where summer’s day hastens its gait toward birth’s sure ordinance; death

Where mellow yellow stubble-sweeps host perpetual cricket lays

Where beneath heaven's denim-deeps September’s soulful beauty splays

In orchards bent with apple red, in pastures green where horses prance

In the wild-flower-filled creek-bed, in the garden’s extravagance

In the cool of the morning where the lawn glimmers with gilt of dew

And coffee-steam hangs on the air and front porch chair dons quilt or two

And the corn field is like a wall of whispers, lush, before the frost

Turns banter brittle; where the call of Autumn stirs a sense of loss

Where eventide, awash with amber ambience runs delight wild

In spite of loath relinquishments, of season-songs Bygone-beguiled

By skylines, dusky like a plum, purple-sweet with mist and dust-kiss

Where scarlet striate starts to strum the first few bars of Autumn Bliss

Like a drum roll through woodland tress, like an arpeggio of leaf

September’s simple happiness fills summer hearts with sweet relief

And assurance of morrows swelled like buds, primed and waiting to burst

With beauty never yet beheld; while September plays preludes first

© Janet Martin

Where scarlet striate starts to strum the first few bars of Autumn Bliss

Like a drum roll through woodland tress, like an arpeggio of leaf...