September Skies
A love song for Ted
Beneath the late September skies the season is turning
The seeds were sewn, the crops have grown, autumn sounds the call.
A world in change surrounds us as the summer light is fading
Geese prepare to travel and a single leaf does fall.
The days are warm and bright but the crickets sing a warning
Of the hoarfrosts of November that will grip the closing year.
The time of green abundance is passing as we witness,
So the reds and golds of autumn are the colors we will wear.
Hold my hand as we watch the time go by.
I’ve loved you since spring was fair upon the land;
Be my love ‘til the snows begin to fly.
An aching, evening beauty that must surely be God’s hand
Reaching down from heaven to gather in His harvest
And bring it safely home again when winter grips the land.
Summer lingers on our shoulders and November’s in our eyes
A golden leaf drifts by- I try to hold it for a moment
But you smile, so I release it to the bright September skies.
Hold my hand as we watch the time go by.
I’ve loved you since spring was fair upon the land;
Be my love ‘til the snows begin to fly.
Stand with me beneath the beautiful September skies
Hand in hand we have wandered where life led.
I’ve loved you since the bloom of spring was on the land;
Be my love still, for the best is still ahead.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.
Hey, isn’t that li’l Tracy Stout at the mike? Wow! Tracy, your voice has matured — so rich — and what lovely lyrics! I’m glad you went with “for the best is still ahead,” instead of “Happy Anniversary, Ted!” :^) Wishing for you both that, indeed, the best is still ahead!
Love, Susan Harlan Borghese
Tracy,
I am speechless.
I haven’t heard you sing in thirty years, and am so grateful for the internet right now to have the privilege to hear you again. Actually, the whole song has me sitting here with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face.
This is a beautiful song.
Love,
Beth
Like Beth, the tears and smile coexist in this moment…one anointing the other with the joy of turning years. You two are a thing of beauty in a world where people give up and give in over the small and petty things. Let the blue sky of your September love remind you of all that’s holy, all that’s sacred, all that is love incarnate – messy though it sometimes is – and may you continue to be both blessed and blessing!
I am a VERY proud Uncle
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