What began as a glorious rhapsody surrendered by noon to rain-song.
It feels like fall; a somber shawl is sprawled across the
earth today
And on the lane the song of rain ripples in rivulets
blue-gray
The sassy bloom like jilted groom bows her flamboyance to
the dirge
Where melody of memory entwines in longing’s silver surge
It feels like fall; the madrigal of moments slips like rain from
leaf
The tango of sweet summer’s love sighs languidly in golden
sheaf
And where the sheen of virgin green flaunted its verdant
opulence
I see of a hint of amber glint jading its fearless confidence
It feels like fall, the garden wall is laced with
morning-glory vine
And on the dusk silk-misty musk sparkles like effervescent
wine
We trace the place of walnut-lace acknowledging its numbered
days
The crickets call; it feels like fall before its full
autumnal blaze
© Janet Martin
It did feel like a premature fall day; first sunny then cool
and rainy with the scent of late summer dripping from the trees.
