It Gets Me Every Time

Although officially it is still summer, the end of August often has an 'End of Summer' feel!This is the time of year when neither days or nights are quite long enough! As Granddaughter helped me in the kitchen a few days agoI had a profound sense of she is such a mix of all three of our daughters! The way that seasons sweep across the countryside with easeA burst of song released to steep and toss the tress of treesA lovely leaf and flower happiness enhancing earthUntil life’s brief encounter yields to death, conceived at birthIt gets me every time; each sweet and fleeting season-spanPortraying in its lilt and chime the numbered days of man The way the bud-loom brims, dazzles and dims; show-stoppers bowBeneath weaning rhythms and winds that always stun, somehowThough green of youth has always yielded to the woo of years(The weathered stance of truth unshaken by century-peers)It gets me every time; the way moment-silk spins and weavesBygone’s gossamer clime with all love celebrates and grieves The way what may seem small becomes the measure of a lifeThe way the writing on the wall is always running rifeWhere endings and beginnings meld one season to the nextA treasure briefly held then felled; love, gladly, sadly vexedIt gets me every time; the way footfalls compose a songThe tempo of its pantomime, so-long, so-long, so-long © Janet Martin Eccles.12:1Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, Before the difficult days come, And the years draw near when you say, “I have no pleasure in them”: