September Stage...

Aren't you glad fall is not a bully, but eases summer hearts toward the door of season-changewith such a pleasant demeanor we cannot be too sad... Fall flutters in on zinnia-wings... ...on sedum's demure blush Beneath a sweep of cumulus and nimbostratus skiesSoybean fields glitter with impressions of bronzed butterflies Fall shimmers in on misty morning glory mantled stairs... Fall flutters in on zinnia-wings and sedum’s demure blushOn cinnamon and cardamom and ginger-burnished bushBeneath a sweep of cumulus and nimbostratus skiesSoybean fields glitter with impressions of bronzed butterflies Fall moseys in while we get cozy in sweaters and socksWhile harvest spills and toil refills jars, bins, barrels and crocksWhile amber ambience begins to steep the atmosphereWith the sweet-bitter sense of summer’s farewell drawing near Fall eases in where trees begin to tell the tender truthHow even earth cannot preserve verve of eternal youthBut yields its hills and fields to the law and order of GodWho orchestrates the floodgates of bud and seed, sky and sod Fall shimmers in on misty morning glory mantled stairsIt gleams in streams of golden rod, in purple aster-flaresIt loiters in the orchard where the apple tree is bentWith proof of summer’s fond, fruit-laden, fading testament Fall tints the countryside with hints of ‘what must be will be’Before the End of Summer is declared officiallyLike the turn of the tide fall starts to flow across a shoreWith ripple over ripple until summer is no more Fall sparkles in September's winnowing of summer's tiesSeptember, like a harbinger with kind and laughing eyesIs gently drawing autumn's door ajar before the roseHas strewn its petals on the floor of summer's curtain-close © Janet Martin Happy Sweet, September Saturday!