Summer Madrigal

When streams in silver ribbon tease

The meadows flush with clover bloom

As winter’s fireside fantasies

Embellish nature’s living-room

When dawn melts gold into each rill

And dusk leans long against earth’s loam

Cajoled by lark and whippoorwill

And mother’s calling children home

Then we are all princes and lords

As summer spills its sanguine hoards

When sea-song rolls across bare feet

Where gulls waft high on hazy blues

And winds grow lazy in the heat

Rippling on milkweed avenues

When golden-rod sprouts plumes of green

And earth is giddy 'neath its crown

Then surely summer is a queen

And we the stragglers on her gown

As daisy rivers drift awry

Where ditches lure the roving eye

When lovers stroll exotic lanes

Behind the barn beneath the moon

Or pictures pulse within our veins

Begging to spill in ink-fraught swoon

On easels formed of sun-swept hill

Where palettes pour their rainbow yield

In petal-poem madrigal

Of flowers flowing through a field

As summer flings ajar her door

There are no beggars on her shore

© Janet Martin

Since this is the last day of school before summer-break I treated myself to a long bike ride this morning...well sort-of treated because it ended up being a ride in the rain;) Still, summer swelled in top-notch form!