Dear Sir of Summer Sorrow

For me the end of summer/September is always bittersweet!Because summer, always full of much to do, always flies by far too quickly and September feels a little like the Season of Looking Backat the Summer of Life.But autumn hastens too, so let's pursue its precious purpose with thankful gladness before it is gone! Below, pages from the bookThe Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady Dear sir of summer sorrowDear ma’am if I mayThere is no sweet tomorrowTo bring back yesterday Futile to while the hourIn bittersweet lamentNone can restore the flowerOf yester-summer spent To everything a seasonSoft-slipping out of reachTo every day a ReasonTo learn what it would teach To pay careful attentionTo what soon disappearsInto the blue dimensionOf ageless yesteryears Because autumn’s wayfaringSoon hastens through our skinLet’s linger in its bearingEre winter closes in © Janet Martin Eccles.3:1-8To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to break down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to count as lost, a time to keep and a time to discard, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider: God also hath set the one over against the other, to the end that man should find nothing after him.