Thursday, June 4, 2015

...When It Is Summer

It's wikem-day! hurray!  

... but when it is summer in the Northern Hemisphere it is winter in the Southern Hemisphere, and vice versa. wikipedia

It’s silver-frothed laughter a-drift on gold dusk
Soft-clothed in chambray of red roses and musk
A mist mantled meadow, dew-dust elixir
Of dawn dipped in diamonds when it is summer

It’s dinner aboard flora-frigates of June
Its pink morning moorings and high blue-sky noon
Where dog-days and heatwaves and green free-ways blur
And we are all neighbors when it is summer

It’s bare-feet in flip-flops, time’s sun-sparkle splash  
It’s lingering on maple-drawn shadow-sash
Its cricket-choirs, camp-fires, earth-wide garden-rooms
Its Color unstoppered from flasks filled with blooms

It’s shores washed with sea-song and corridors hung
With ponds full of children and fronds jewel-strung
Its bracken-strewn hollows where bronze breezes stir  
The lap-lap of hours when it is summer

© Janet Martin


  1. How wonderful, Janet! The words and the pictures. They are three-dimensional (the pics, I mean, the words have countless dimensions!), I don't know how you do it.

    1. I took those pictures last night when i was coming back from a bike ride; I looked back to sea a meadow bobbing with golden-haloed Awesomeness!!

      thank-you for reading and enjoying.


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