When Time is a daydream-dew-drenched lullaby
When the air has a ‘come to me, come to me’ sigh
When earth unfolds fabric of wild-flower quilt
When breezes are ballads of leisurely lilt
When we make allowance to lie in the shade
Beneath sprawling limb-tents and leaf-serenade
When what we don’t know doesn’t matter so much
Soothed by the kisses of sun, sand and such
When bare feet go dancing and dirt is a throne
When Duty alleviates its monotone
When gardens are getaway-spas for the soul
Midst rainbow reunion of perennial
When we traverse from earth’s footstool, heaven’s sky
We know its vacation-time and July
© Janet Martin
Janet,
ReplyDeleteYour lovely poem and photos were a feat for my eyes.
Just beautiful.