This is the kind of poem I cannot rush...
September’s tent is gray then blue and apple-dappled, where
Pungent scents of surrender’s hues hang heavy on the air....
As evidence of summer’s curtain close intensifies
In blush of sedum’s dusty rose...
and rush of butterflies...
In rusty-singed zinnia-rainbows,
... in tardier sunrise
Goldenrod tapers flicker, undaunted by fits of rain...
And footsteps start to hurry through dawn’s barely-parted gates
Tomato-plum-pear flurry fills jars, crocks, pots, pans and plates...
(a few recipes below)
*Glug-glug-blip-blop, the steaming canning-kettle seems to say...
Frost-flavoured innuendos start to infiltrate green glade
As cricket-song crescendos in an ardent serenade
A vibrato that ebbs and flows into a subtle fade...
September’s tent is gray then blue and apple-dappled, where
Pungent scents of surrender’s hues hang heavy on the air
As evidence of summer’s curtain close intensifies
In blush of sedum’s dusty rose and rush of butterflies
In rusty-singed zinnia-rainbows, in tardier sunrise
September’s bliss is bittersweet, aster-embellished grief
Happiness and heartache compete, bloom-beauty is so brief
Frost-flavoured innuendos start to infiltrate green glade
As cricket-song crescendos in an ardent serenade
A vibrato that ebbs and flows into a subtle fade
Goldenrod tapers flicker, undaunted by fits of rain
Birdfeeder patrons bicker over dinner-bits of grain
While squirrels dart and scurry and harvest-hum escalates
And footsteps start to hurry through dawn’s barely-parted gates
Tomato-plum-pear flurry fills jars, crocks, pots, pans and plates
September authors sorrows joy is privileged to bear
Futile to suffer morrow’s unaccomplished weight of care
While dahlias beam, and cornfields gleam and backroad haunts beguile
While summer’s remnant hours stream beneath noon’s sky wide smile
And flower-bowers beckon dreamers to loiter awhile
Glug-glug-blip-blop, the steaming canning-kettle seems to say
Too busy to stop for too long to dream the day away
Though it would be a terrible pity to never pause
To be a duty-rebel and revel in Now because
The tree the breeze dishevels will soon wear the leaf that was
September seems to keenly whet time’s teeming undertow
With destinies that we forget while lost in June’s hello
A cello I cannot quite see is playing
Fur EliseA green and yellow melody of love’s fond agonies
Rolls, nay tolls from a welkin belfry through fields and hills and trees
September is a poem that the poet cannot rush
It feels a bit like coming home, a Voice that whispers 'hush'
Yet kindles in the bosom a war-cry nobody hears
A medley culled from blossoms felled and held in yesteryears
An arch that leads to autumn, through which summer disappears
© Janet Martin
due to a bumper crop of summer squash and an
almost tomato-crop failure
someone suggested trying zucchini salsa, so I did!
it's delicious!!
(I used yellow and green squash and seems to have worked)
If you like sweet heat you might want to try this!
Zucchini Salsa
INGREDIENTS
2red peppers, chopped
Method:
Day one:
In a large bowl combine;
Zucchini, onions, green pepper, red pepper and the salt
Mix together cover and let stand over night.
Day two.
Next day rinse, drain well and put into a large pot then add
mustard, garlic, cumin, vinegar, brown sugar, pepper flakes, salt,
cornstarch, nutmeg, pepper, 1 tablespoon salt,
tomatoes and tomato paste.
Bring to a boil and simmer for 15 minutes.
Pour into sterilized jars and seal.
Water bath jars for 15 minutes.
***
Now dessert!
recipe two;
Pear-Plum Crisp
Wash, peel, (optional) pare, pit,
approx. 7 cups fruit into baking pan. I used 8X12 pyrex pan.
mix 1/2 cup sugar
2 TBSP flour
1/2 teas. cinnamon
1/4 teas. each of cloves, nutmeg and ginger
Toss with fruit
and top with
Topping
Mix 1 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup flour
1/3 cup br. sugar
then blend in 1/3 cup soft butter
top and bake at 350F till bubbly and golden, approx. 30 min.
(after sampling the unbaked version I feel safe to say-it's scrumptious!)
while dahlias beam...
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