October's Swansong Begins...
OctPoWriMo day 30; sensitivity
Oh, sanguine charmer of the eye
You tease summer from trees and hills
With glades of gold, with scarlet ply
Extravagant, your palette spills
To fill the world with butterflies
A heaven-on-earth-paradise
Persimmon-rose-bronze-blended prize
A sacred dread instills
Oh, bold enticer of the heart
You draw worship from every ‘ah’
And with each brush-stroke you impart
To atheistic-boast, pure awe
At the authority of He
Who paints Earth’s panoramic lea
With autographs of majesty
In nature’s supreme law
Oh, seasoned spender of our sighs
Oh, tender troubadour of trees
Your leaf-and-lonely-limb good-byes
Ignite love’s soul-sweet agonies
In pumpkins, kissed with crumbled mist
In frosted flasks where you untwist
Morning, poured in silk amethyst
You have no enemies
Oh, author of apprenticeship
You gild then strip the supple clime
While in the orchard branches drip
Ruddy swansongs in apple-chime
The nectar of hope's harvest pressed
And caught in cups of sparkling zest
Where scholars holy-humbly blessed
Savor sun-flavored Time
Oh, author of apprenticeship
You gild then strip the supple clime
While in the orchard branches drip
Ruddy swansongs in apple-chime
The nectar of hope's harvest pressed
And caught in cups of sparkling zest
Where scholars holy-humbly blessed
Savor sun-flavored Time
Oh, keeper of our sorrow-storms
Love’s holding close and letting go
Is a keen winnowing as arms
Learn the lordship of seasons, oh
And like relinquishment of leaves
Of flowers spent and garnered sheaves
Gratitude swells while thought soft-grieves
October’s golden snow
© Janet Martin