June Morning Song

Ah, sweet June morn, how fair You adorn

The hill and green field in a cloak heaven-spun

Nudging to fruition the rare exhibition

Of wild phlox and peony singing their song

Iris and lupine their clenched pinions open  

We cannot boast now as we view the foray

Of leaf-woven passion exalting fine fashion

From looms spinning blooms in breath-taking array

The trees toss their tresses where spring’s warm caresses

Have clothed naked limbs once the color of mud

We drink in the splendor of June’s verdant grandeur

Goodness and mercy unfurls with each bud

We ought not to worry; even Solomon’s glory

Could never compare to such beauty as this

If God clothes the flowers for their few fair hours

Then surely He cares for precious children of His

© Janet Martin

Grabbed a few shots of nature's praise while I wandered about the yard this morning. I failed to capture the oriole with his face buried in an orange-half or the purple and gold finches as the flitted to and from the feeders, but the air was filled with their song!

Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all Nature

This is my Father's World

"Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. Luke 12:27