Recently someone waited in our driveway for help to change a flat
tire...she admired the view of rolling countryside. Me too! I never tire
of it and am 'wowed' constantly by God's handiwork in every season.
Between the plume of dogwood bloom
And autumn’s laden bower
We linger in the candid grin
Of summer’s precious hour
Betwixt the scrim of blushing limb
In springtime’s glad awaking
And orchard bent; heaven has sent
Summer, free for its taking
She does not charge the world at large
For sun-beam dappled grasses
Nor asks a price for blue-sky slice
Or wind-song as it passes
Freely she flings her offerings
Of roses, sunset, showers
Where green and gold on hills unfold
To roadsides filled with flowers
Her melody is fair and free
How soft those sweet caresses
Between the plume of dogwood bloom
And autumn’s flaming tresses
© Janet Martin
Sweet, sweet July
Oh, tell me why
You slip so swiftly
To the sky...
Sweet, sweet July
Oh, tell me why
You slip so swiftly
To the sky...
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!