It's Summer

It’s summer and the world is friendlier somehow, it seems

The luxury of fantasy’s fruition kindly beams

In lily-laden landscape and on morning’s dew-drenched slope

Summer empties its pockets where we hoarded our hope

How lovelier the hour in the colors of July

Or kindlier the bower beneath June-blue sanguine sky

With eagerness of children we embrace the filigree

Of summer-sighing leaf-song and its deep-shade luxury

The bivouac once laden with winter-weary lament

Unfetters bolted shutter releasing our discontent

For early dawn is peeking over skylines etched on pink

Who can afford to sleep when summer spills in honeyed ink?

In lush extravagance nature tickles the poet’s pen

A giddy sort of giggle slips from wooded bracken- den

As myriad of minstrels and bloom-happy balladeers

Compose first-class originals from naught but petal-tears

Cold lemonade and sweet tea enjoy popularity

As earth deploys its living-rooms beneath beckoning tree

And where the picnic-table shivered in icy caress

It wears Popsicle-kiss and watermelon happiness

Its summer and the world is friendlier in green and blue

Our to-do lists are pinned to canvases of dirt and dew

And we are not distracted by want’s cold clutter of stuff

Because at last its summer and just living is enough

© Janet Martin