The earth is full of green
And where its nuance glows
The bud unfurls its miracle
Of peony and rose
The air is like a stage
Where feathered choirs trill
To He who tunes each season-page
In spite of good and ill
The garden breaks its seal
Where seed, that wondrous thing
Before our very eyes reveals
What only God can bring
We walk beneath a tent
Of white and azure swoon
Goodness and mercy’s filament
Is palpable in June
Its winding afternoon
Kisses our quiet hurt
Where hidden springs embellish June
From fountains born of dirt
Come, taste the giddy song
Of lupine-laden love
Time’s darling does not linger long
In summer’s treasure-trove
© Janet Martin
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