Thursday, August 17, 2017

Blessing-shower



Some sweet, sweet August mementos...

 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, 
and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: 
they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:  
if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Ps.40:5










Orchard slope is laden with blossom-hope come true
August is a maiden with eyes corn-flower blue
Bare feet traipse where heat-sweet haze glazes dusty earth
Farewell, fleet, green yesterdays of lusty rebirth

Saffron sunrise-hour spilt, sires history
August is a flower quilt tossed on spired lea
Thistle-seed and thimble-weed, teasel, goldenrod
Stipples summer’s easel with Masterpiece from God

Garden brims with gourd-shaped hymns, onion-pepper-corn
August is a lure-draped limb bent with bud full born
Love and longing intertwine, wind through vying rooms
Like an intangible vine, lined with dying blooms

Brush the brooding tear, my dear, seasons come to pass
August is a belvedere where echoes amass
Hush, ere morrow steals the boy’s carefree, happy play
Sorrow is the child of joy; live, laugh, love today

List, the cricket fiddle-lay, morn to middle-night
August is a ticket, hey, to dog-day delight  
Court its flower-hour cupped in fallible jars
Count its blessing-shower like children counting stars

© Janet Martin



2 comments:

  1. An orchard of Word Wizardry

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    1. it was a little like painting...finding just the right shade/word:) SO fun!

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