Come September
Come September,
when two of nature's seasons live as one,
where days of summer shed their final afterglow
'ere falling gently 'neath autumn's rising sun,
and every hanging bough and tuning leaf will know --
the green meets gold,
within the murmurings and turnings of trees
that flutter their branches in a restless dance
of impending change. Their limbs akimbo, as arms,
waving goodbye... watching autumn advance,
yet, summer pleads,
to share the days of changeling September
and clings to every breath of autumn's eve --
spreading warmth and sultry breeze with every waning movement
while knowing time grows short, and it must leave,
as beauty stays,
though, not for long, for gold becomes gold
after summer' sung her final song,
and lustrous are the days and nights made bold
with autumn's breath blowing chilly and cold --
O grieve, September,
though not for long, as gold turns into winter white,
then into green with 'springing' guile,
and summer's sight brings back September,
to share a season's remembered smile.
- Hazelmarie Elliott
What an unusual poem!
ReplyDeleteYes -- one thing I really liked about it, though, was that it captured the mixture of summer & autumn that's in September -- so many September poems were obviously written by people who lived somewhere other than Texas, for they romance about "Fall, glorious, crisp, cold, Septembry Fall" -- and that does NOT ring a bell when I'm sitting in 95* September heat! ;)
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