What an amazing blessing to have a sudden reprise of summer as the season is about to change!
I’m sitting in my garden enjoying the sunshine and the stillness of late afternoon.

I actually began this poem a few days ago, before the weather changed. As I wrote the poem I was consciously holding on to summer, not wanting it to pass prematurely…
So here’s the poem plus some photos to go with it.
September Song - Shropshire, 2023
September is now here again; a change up in the season
But my garden still displays creative rhyme and reason
Though summer is now passing, for days are autumn bound
Here everything is singing, with a September sound
Our God ordains the seasons and marks them with His time
And He selects the rhythms and He notates the rhyme
The flowers are still growing; fruit ripens on the trees
The butterfly still dances and hums precede the bees
We note the chilly mornings and dew drops on the grass
The sun is slow arising; we wait for clouds to pass
It’s taking time to warm now, we clothe against the chill
But, as the sun climbs higher, we feel it’s summer still
A symphony of movements, the seasons sing a song
And notes begin to soften when this month comes along
A tempo change expected, as summer time must pass
When music will drip mellowness as mists upon the grass
Let’s thank God for September, it’s full of its own tune
We won’t drag autumn in just yet; don’t bring it in too soon
Enjoy the muted summer sounds, sustained upon the breeze
And note the green of leaves -still fresh -on flowers and on trees
So this is my September song, while sunshine gilds the days
I’ll hold the notes of summer still, through early morning haze
I’ll give God all the glory for beautiful key changes
And thank Him for His music, which heaven still arranges
Then just as I had written this, some warmer notes arrived
The sun rose bright and golden, in blue and cloud soft skies
An encore of hot summer days - with breezes light and sweet
And all the flowers clapped their hands and danced to a new beat!



Lovely, Kate! Delightful and evocative of those God-given lazy hazy days of summer
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Thank you, Dawn! Very encouraging…..
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Lovely, Kate! Delightful and evocative of those God-given lazy hazy days of bounty and beauty
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