The Glad, Sad Glance/Dance of Season-Song

Hello September, 

month of Burnished Beauty

and Bittersweet Bliss! 

"The only things to truly get sad about" 

philosophized my husband this morning,

"are those things you deeply loved and lose forever!"

This in reply to my 'I'm kinda sad but not totally sad...

(because it's September and in a sense the end of summer

 as school starts again etc. in Canada), 

...because I'm glad every season has wonders I utterly love!"

That said, 

as the Harbinger to Autumn 

strews undeniable hints 

of summer's end,

a rush of glad-sad,

 bursts like a bittersweet ballad

as I steep my soul 

in the cheeping of crickets!

Season-song...

A rush of innocence and dreams

Where laughter in the glad of it

And lament, in the sad of it

Slips through the spring of life like streams

...that sparkle in summer sunshine

A glance of gold-glossed green and blue

Where children heedlessly splash through

The prime of life's care freest time

‘ere waltzes from yon Piper’s flute

Startles dancers with Beckoning

Of ballads, rife with reckoning

From subtle scales, imbued with fruit

Where none can faze autumnal rote

That rolls through green-leaf canopies

With molten, auburn melodies

Fading with every falling note

…to settle with the silenced throng

Beneath a blanket of snow stars

And muffled footfalls, brushed o'er bars

Bearing the dance/glance of Season-song

Begun in innocence, but soon

Tuned to a twirling Carousel

Unfurling hello and farewell

To trampled footpaths, petal-strewn  

Janet Martin

Eccles.3:1-2

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, ...