To Those Who Pause To Hear...

 

Here's to enjoying today's extravagances!

Extravagant, Nature’s slow-dance

Croons in bud-to-blooming things

Leaf-song lyrics, rose-red romance

Zephyr soft as angel-wings

Summer heaps earth like a platter

Hill and hollow, moor and heath

Over-flows with blossom-matter

Siphoned from fountains beneath

Barefoot banter wades through shadows

Deep and cool, grass oceans surge

Past the purple-thistle meadow

Where skylines and shorelines merge

…and the floor beneath the maple

Is a door for dreams that crowd

In through sun and shadow-dappled

Branches skimming lazy cloud

Chipping sparrow, dipping swallow

Dripping honey-suckle sigh

Barley, corn, rye, wheat-drenched fallow

Strum the harp-strings of blue sky

Tempest of ten-thousand flowers

Rolls across the countryside

Where an afternoon of hours

Falls like petals to its tide

Painter of Past’s still-life montage

Dips a brush into lush jars

Heavy with the scent of dew-dust

Peach and seraphim of stars

Nothing can hold back His music

God imbues the atmosphere

With common extravagances

Stunning those who pause to hear

© Janet Martin