Between the Plume of Dogwood Bloom

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...