Summer and Poets

On canvasses of rolling green summer employs its will

On parchment unmarred and pristine a poet’s passions spill

Into the dell, on hill and field summer flings floral font

Against the knell of thought’s appeal a poet bleeds his vaunt

On moss and bracken tapestry summer releases rain

Across midnight serenity a poet frees his pain

As summer’s dawn breaks through the deep and day is new again

The poet rouses from his sleep to feed his hungry pen

  

On filament of sky and sod summer unfurls its mien

The poet sees the hand of God within earth’s mezzanine

And in the aftermath of summer all that will remain to see

Are the paths where poets wander searching for His poetry

© Janet Martin