September's Soul-Storm

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 intensifiesIn 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 gatesTomato-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 serenadeA vibrato that ebbs and flows into a subtle fade... September’s tent is gray then blue and apple-dappled, wherePungent scents of surrender’s hues hang heavy on the airAs evidence of summer’s curtain close intensifiesIn blush of sedum’s dusty rose and rush of butterfliesIn rusty-singed zinnia-rainbows, in tardier sunrise September’s bliss is bittersweet, aster-embellished griefHappiness and heartache compete, bloom-beauty is so briefFrost-flavoured innuendos start to infiltrate green gladeAs cricket-song crescendos in an ardent serenadeA vibrato that ebbs and flows into a subtle fade Goldenrod tapers flicker, undaunted by fits of rainBirdfeeder patrons bicker over dinner-bits of grainWhile squirrels dart and scurry and harvest-hum escalatesAnd footsteps start to hurry through dawn’s barely-parted gatesTomato-plum-pear flurry fills jars, crocks, pots, pans and plates September authors sorrows joy is privileged to bearFutile to suffer morrow’s unaccomplished weight of careWhile dahlias beam, and cornfields gleam and backroad haunts beguileWhile summer’s remnant hours stream beneath noon’s sky wide smileAnd flower-bowers beckon dreamers to loiter awhile Glug-glug-blip-blop, the steaming canning-kettle seems to sayToo busy to stop for too long to dream the day awayThough it would be a terrible pity to never pauseTo be a duty-rebel and revel in Now becauseThe tree the breeze dishevels will soon wear the leaf that was September seems to keenly whet time’s teeming undertowWith destinies that we forget while lost in June’s helloA cello I cannot quite see is playing A green and yellow melody of love’s fond agoniesRolls, nay tolls from a welkin belfry through fields and hills and trees September is a poem that the poet cannot rushIt feels a bit like coming home, a Voice that whispers 'hush'Yet kindles in the bosom a war-cry nobody hearsA medley culled from blossoms felled and held in yesteryearsAn arch that leads to autumn, through which summer disappears © Janet Martin due to a bumper crop of summer squash  and analmost 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 INGREDIENTS10cups , peeled & shredded4, chopped2, chopped2red peppers, chopped1⁄4cup 1tablespoon 2tablespoons 1tablespoon 1tablespoon 2cups 1cup 2tablespoons 1teaspoon 1teaspoon 5cups chopped ripe 2tablespoons 12ounces 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 sugar2 TBSP flour1/2 teas. cinnamon 1/4 teas. each of cloves, nutmeg and gingerToss with fruit and top with ToppingMix 1 cup rolled oats1/2 cup flour1/3 cup br. sugarthen 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...