June Sonnets

The earth employs the colors of His grace

Extended now in hues of fragrant bloom

The heart relinquishes its mortal gloom

Beneath a canopy of leaf-spun lace

Flesh barracks where vain wants and woes perplex

Cannot compete with June’s green-gilded stance

Her laughter unchains shackled hearts to dance

Soothing with zephyr-song where longings vex

As weights of worry, hunger and despair

Dissolve within nature’s un-rationed bliss

Of warbler-lay and mercy’s sun-warm kiss

Against the hill; a drifter’s royal chair

And on the hem of summer’s verdant swoon

We praise the One who fills the earth with June

Ah June, there is none quite as rare as Thee

Where buttercup it golden chalice tilts

To catch the dew-gem ere its glory wilts

And beauty rests its garb beneath the tree

A glimpse of Heaven adorns humble sod

In pink of peony and lupine-blue

Each trail, a leaf-and-petal avenue

Where creation exalts the one true God

And we, in spite of pride’s inanity

Are compelled by an inner Spirit-tone

To ponder the unfathomable One

Flinging to earth fair, floral majesty

For whom but God can dormant sod attune

Or break the bud that brims in boast of June

The stalwart reed its brawny plume acquires

The willow-tree refurbishes its sigh

And though fond yearning spawns within the eye

A tear for surrendered dreams and desires

We place our feeble trust within the Hand

That probes the bud and fills the heart with hope

In hues akin to June’s emerald slope

Where once the cold wind strode the barren land

For we are sojourners of mercy’s grace

Thus He anoints the soil with beauty’s crown

As we trample her flower-dappled gown

And press our faces into her embrace

Moments will carry her afar too soon

But now we revel in the arms of June

© Janet Martin

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