Jubilant Jading

It’s summer-soft; the subtle jading

Like the stealthy brush of age

As we behold the purples fading

From the crest of strife and sage

And the tides of rushing emerald

Ravishing the breadth of June

Have slowed to golden-umber

Like warm honey from a spoon

Now the breezes pause to tickle

Milk-weed plume and golden-rod

Now the brook is but a trickle

Where the fern and wild-bloom nod

Now the girl becomes a woman

Now the rebel sees the truth

It evades the might of human

To dissuade the thief of youth

How this season bends with beauty

Spring is but the bud of prime

As the fruit of love and duty

Yields a goodly harvest-time

Now the earth-scape is an orchard

And the orchard but the scrim

That veils the resting-place of seasons

Leading ever up to Him

© Janet Martin

I was out just now to drive my daughter to a birthday party....the day and the landscape felt like warm honey...golden and sweet. I hope you have a happy August day!

Thank-you td:)