Songs From September

Ecclesiastes 3:1
There is an appointed time for everything.
And there is a time for every event under heaven

SONGS FROM SEPTEMBER

My garden dreams lie
unfinished
under a blanket
of burnt pine needles
and saffron leaves.
Rain without thunder
pelts
the chilled gazebo
and poison-green grass.
Grapevines twine
hemlock trees.
We hunt for pungent fruit
in forest foliage.
A summer reprise of
deep velvet nights
tourmaline days
drive us
to trim bushes
and fill
the wood box.
September has come
too soon,
before summer’s romance
fades
like my rose garden.