Saturday, July 12, 2014

...and July










When Time is a daydream-dew-drenched lullaby
When the air has a ‘come to me, come to me’ sigh

When earth unfolds fabric of wild-flower quilt
When breezes are ballads of leisurely lilt

When we make allowance to lie in the shade
Beneath sprawling limb-tents and leaf-serenade

When what we don’t know doesn’t matter so much
Soothed by the kisses of sun, sand and such

When bare feet go dancing and dirt is a throne
When Duty alleviates its monotone

When gardens are getaway-spas for the soul
Midst rainbow reunion of perennial

When we traverse from earth’s footstool, heaven’s sky
We know its vacation-time and July

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

  1. Janet,
    Your lovely poem and photos were a feat for my eyes.
    Just beautiful.

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