Time's Darling

The earth is full of green

And where its nuance glows

The bud unfurls its miracle

Of peony and rose

The air is like a stage

Where feathered choirs trill

To He who tunes each season-page

In spite of good and ill

The garden breaks its seal

Where seed, that wondrous thing

Before our very eyes reveals

What only God can bring

We walk beneath a tent

Of white and azure swoon

Goodness and mercy’s filament

Is palpable in June

Its winding afternoon

Kisses our quiet hurt

Where hidden springs embellish June

From fountains born of dirt

Come, taste the giddy song

Of lupine-laden love

Time’s darling does not linger long

In summer’s treasure-trove

© Janet Martin