SEPTEMBER: A TALE OF TWO SEASONS

nature, summer/fall, activities

Emergence

surge of the season

heat scorches golden sand

burnt bodies peel off the beach

swim towels scatter, soda pop cans astray

sandcastles upside down, washed away

smells of suntan lotion and seaweed

trickles of waves bubble to the shore

last idle days of summer

Culmination

sun's energy pales

beaches pause

hollow, beseech sunbathers, walkers

footprints of Sandpipers scamper

scents of salty sea waves swell near the beach

bright red faces fade, scabby skin

Brand new flavor bursts in

muffles breath of cool air

slight breeze swings one's hair

refreshes the core

hints of red, yellow, green hues

alight on leaves

sun glowers

fall beckons

 

Author's Note

These are memories of a September on the beach

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love September too. Here in Michigan. We can have the Indian Summer. The change of color can begin. September is a colorful month. I enjoyed how you described the month. Thank you dear Betty for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much for your readings, very impressive; fondly, Betty

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Betty.

[Patricia Wedel]

"Footprints of Sandpipers scamper" is my favorite line.
Your poetry encompasses so many venues of the seasons.
Summer is a special time and you have spoken of it in
clever endearing ways. truly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for a lovely review Pat!

[Lea Sheryn]

Having gtown up steps ftom the beach, I can relate to your poem. It was sad when summer came to and end but all forgotten when the season turn and the joy of fall was upon us.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Lea for your kind review.
Best, Betty

[Lea Sheryn]

You're welcome!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You really paint a picture with your words. The first stanza reminded me of the show Lost. Wonderfully penned write. Tyfs

[Chris Shaw]

Love the activity, the colours and how the senses are stimulated in these lines Betty. The shifting of the seasons. You have penned a visual beauty here. One of your best I would say. Really appreciated the alliteration and the references to the natural environment. Well done Betty. A little gem you have created here.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks so much Chris, really appreciate your review!
stay safe over there!!!

[Chris Shaw]

You too my friend :)

[emmajoy]

You've described my favourite season in a very colourful way, busily and gaily in those first two stanzas and then, you've leaped into the peaceful eruption of beautiful days and glorious colours! First comes the palette and then the pale calm... beautiful, Betty!

' Brand new flavor bursts in - muffles breath of cool air - slight breeze swings one's hair - refreshes the core - hints of red, yellow, green hues - alight on leaves - sun glowers - fall beckons '-

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for your lovely comment Emma; Its my favorite season too!!! so many changes take place!!!

[emmajoy]

You spoke my kind of time! Take care, keep safe, Betty. :)

[barleygirl]

Haven't spent that much time on the beach, even tho it's only 20 miles from me as the crow flies. I've been more of a river person since there's a great one only 2 miles from me. Haven't been there in years since I'm housebound, but I hear people b***h about how the summer revelers leave their trash & it's always a mess (unlike how we insisted on carrying out our trash, back in the day!) Reminds me of growing up at a recreational lake where I was always glad when summer was over & the tourists went home, so I could have "my lake" to myself! Love how this is packed with relatable details which stir up even more visions of bygone days (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Margie, thanks for the comment; the beach is really so calming and comforting (but only when it's yours-EMPTY!) You mentioned housebound, can you explain? or too personal, that's okay too, xo, B

[barleygirl]

I don't drive & since I live in the boondocks, nobody is willing to drive up here & take me somewhere, which can be a day that lasts many hours & that would be painful for me to endure anyway. I haven't been to town in 7 years & I'm too crippled up to walk very far down the road, like maybe 5 minutes worth & then I'm in excruciating pain & got to get back to my wheelchair. The reason I don't drive anymore is becuz I'm poor, living on disability, & I can't afford to drive anymore. It all sounds drastic when I say it this way, but I've had many years to accept things & to get good at living this way . . .

[Betty Hermelee]

Margie, you're amazing!!! If i live out there, I'd pick you up and take you anywhere you want to go!! Thank G-d you have your poetry and a sharp mind; I have plenty of arthritis too, but I try to walk every day. Do you get mail??? I can send you stuff, be happy to; please let me know!! xoxo B

[barleygirl]

I'm set, but thanks for the offer. I can even get fresh produce of all kinds from a place in SF that overnights for only $40 for a big box . . . but now I've got my garden cranking, so that's not needed! You are a sweetheart (((HUGS)))

[Wild Rose]

Quite >>>>> Geese flying overhead > Heading south for some winter sun > Fleeing from the winters gales and snow

[Betty Hermelee]

indeed!! But not quite yet...let's let fall linger, before winter's burst; Thank so much, Betty

[Wild Rose]

We are on a migration route > A nature reserve 20 miles north across the Solway Firth - several lakes just inland where they spend winter

It was three day since they flew over > Today the first chilly days have arrived

I watch/listen, for the geese spring and autumn

[Betty Hermelee]

sounds beautiful!!

[Ladysue]

the winding down of last days of summer is bittersweet. The ease of days at the beach fading into another season that brings a fresh crisp outlook with vibrancy. Autumn somehow feels nostalgic and spiritual in ways. It’s everything connecting exactly like you said
‘slight breeze swings one's hair
refreshes the core
hints of red, yellow, green hues
alight on leaves
sun glowers
fall beckons’
I am ready for Autumns gifts.. Love the title and poem..

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes, I'm eagerly waiting for fall to come...thanks for your lovely comments; best, Betty

[John the Baptist]

This poem reads somewhat like a collage, a bringing together of various elements illustrating how the different phases of September presented. The beach is nice, but I must confess I am glad to see the cool air come. This year's heat and humidity were something else.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes, its is a collage, just like a painting of sorts, good point; can't wait for fall and crisp air!
Best, Betty