Summer-song spikes leaf-canopies, laughing mischievously...
Summer-song spills from earthen gills
And minstrels from the sky
It spawns the bloom from nature’s tomb
And strums the willow-sigh
Summer-song seeps from shadow-deeps
Where we do not trespass
The deep dark wood, its solitude
Laced with mosquito-sass
Summer-song drifts in moment-gifts
Of hazy, honeyed sun
Where tumbling-bee drinks languidly
From spigots heaven-spun
Summer-song flows between corn rows
It presses on our backs
With tawny grin kissing our skin
And scorching muddy tracks
Summer-song sighs in butterflies
In ripples on the street
It fills night’s noon with misty moon
And tickles our bare feet
Summer-song drips from slow cloud-ships
Crooning on sea and sod
A serenade, sweet, heaven-made
Its Maestro is God
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!