Lately I cannot seem to find enough hours to blog
And live at the same time.
The last days of Summer dawdle in our temperate clime,
Reaching up into the 90s by day,
Dipping low to the chillies by night.
My soul senses change in the goings on in the garden.
My heart quickens with delight at the arrival of Fall,
My favorite season of all.
The arrival of the September Asters
The arrival of a load of wood
Heralds the coming of Fall,
The gateway to Winter
The burnishing of the bushes
And harvesting of the apple
(Taste-tested by some pesky passer-by, I see)
And the returning of the Mantis Maids
To dance at the final Summer's Ball
Under fairy lamplight on the Mardi Gras rose
(Who will bloom up until nigh Christmas)
Bid me savor the last of the sweet summer fruits
Bathed in homemade yogurt
Or giggle over the latest thrifty treasure,
Asking only $30,
Sized just right for Miss Rachel --
How could I resist?
Upon placing the newest treasure in place
She tried it out
And pronounced it perfect.
Silence promptly hushed the room
As she fell through the doorway of a good read.
I, too, have been reading much,
Fascinated by Madeleine L'Engle's Crosswick Journals.
More and more volumes of her poetry and prose
Arrive from used book shops around the world
Filling my recently reorganized shelving
In preparation for Fall's beckoning days
And the early fall of night --
Perfect for reading something good.
This one reads Fitzgerald, that one chooses Hardy,
A tired one asks for read-alouds
While a younger one votes Fairy Tales for all . . .
But for just this day I prefer to stall Fall
And seek the last roses of summer,
Making sure to dance with one and all
In their vibrant gowns petal soft,
Taking care not to overlook
The last bit of Queene Anne's Lace
Peeking shyly underfoot
I shall return again soon with lots to share,
But please excuse me for just a bit
While I dance and play and live fully
These precious last days of Summer.