Dear September or, From a Poet's Stuttering...

Ps.148:1-6

Praise the Lord.[a]

Praise the Lord from the heavens;

praise him in the heights above.

2 Praise him, all his angels;

praise him, all his heavenly hosts.

3 Praise him, sun and moon;

praise him, all you shining stars.

4 Praise him, you highest heavens

and you waters above the skies.

5 Let them praise the name of the Lord,

for at his command they were created,

6 and he established them for ever and ever—

he issued a decree that will never pass away.

Happy, happy, final summer weekend of 2026!!

How grandly the gateway to summer's last Saturday, flung ajar!

White and purple aster-oceans, billow in gardens, exiled

Save by He who heaps earth's passion on September's smorgasbord...

my daughter just sent me the above photos, (used with permission) because

they were the perfect fit for today's poem and because

she was feeling exactly like me...thinking this year she won't fall in love with fall, then

something sparks and BAM!! head over heels we fall for fall!

You rush rapture's rivers through us; summer's last hurrah runs wild

Overflowing nature's storehouse with gold, no miser can hoard

White and purple aster-oceans, billow in gardens, exiled

Save by He who heaps earth's passion on September's smorgasbord

Your heavens declare God's glory; modern-day psalmists gaze, awed

As your ink spills a love story that surpasses mortal pen

As you bend vineyard and orchard with fruited favour from God 

As you seal the days of summer with Time's plum-pungent amen 

You must be an ardent lover; Hydrangea and sedum blush 

On your arm, butterflies hover, zinnia and salvia founts

Sparkle in a plumed piazza buzzing with the final rush

Of hummingbirds, bees and crickets; somewhere Jack Frost lurks and counts

...down Fair Flower's numbered hours, before he exacts his brass 

But for now you gild spilled bowers with an affront to his kiss   

Mauve milkweed, mullein-fringed fences, goldenrod and silver-grass

As you kindle summered senses with pumpkin and squash hued bliss

Dear September, you awaken a song of love and lament

Torn between scenes time has taken and its undefeated law  

Gently, where summer still lingers, where beauty is never spent 

You ease the grip of our fingers from summer, with autumn-awe 

...and chart pathways of osmosis through a confusion of blooms

Tangles of larkspur and cosmos catch at heart-strings, fluttering 

Where farewell's unflustered courtship draws us through disheveled rooms

Rousing humbled hymns of worship from a poet's stuttering   

Janet Martin

You must be an ardent lover; Hydrangea and sedum blush... 

 Tangles of larkspur and cosmos catch at heart-strings, fluttering...