A Country-summer Morn

 This morning from the deck...

Blissful threshold

Brink of dawn

Sea of diamonds

Grace the lawn

Soft breeze strums

The misty morn

Of honey-wheat

And tasseled-corn

Green-gold patchwork

Quilt expands

From the Giver’s

Gracious hands

Tender salutations

Pour

Lavishly

From heaven’s door

As croon of

Dove and meadow-lark

Tune with joy

The thinning dark

While farmer’s rise

To face the test

Of faith and toil

Before harvest

And in the stall

The cattle lows

And in the field

The clover blows

While in the air

Its heady scent

Culminates with hay

Pungent

Aroma, pure
And nature-drenched
...the thirsty summer-soul
is quenched

Blissful threshold

Lily-clad

Rejoice, rejoice this day

Be glad

© Janet Martin