Doesn't it give you a rush to see the sun climb trees,
Knowing beneath its flush wait fresh-made memories?!
The sun grins like a boy
It climbs porch-steps and trees
Its autograph laughs pure like joy
Carved sweet in memories
How bold and gold it beams
It dwarfs day dreams, but still
Day dreams in spite of time-tried schemes
Waiting on westward hill
Oh, we try to keep up
To offer more than stares
Into the summer of its cup
That spills in daily cares
So we scale sight and sound
Until we feel quite small
And life so large upon the ground
Is not so large at all
...where the grace of The Chase
Invites us to pursue
More, as the sun saunters through space
On its set avenue
For it excites anew
To see the sun jump gates
Then bluffs and trees to climb into
The blue of what awaits
© Janet Martin
This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Ps.118:24
Off to make memories with friends at a last-day-of-summer/birthday tea:)
A lovely ode befitting the last day of summer!
ReplyDeleteParticularly like the imagery of the first line.
Lovely imagery, Janet.
ReplyDeletethank-you Dayle.
Deletesometimes I tell the little guy I babysit that he is my sunshine...this morning it seemed like the sun grinned just like a happy-go-lucky boy:)
I too, love the imagery of the sun climbing the porch steps and trees and smiling like a little boy. I often watch the rising moon get tangled in the treetops until they toss it away like a child playing ball.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessed little boy to have such a nurturing babysitter as you are.
oh, I love your imagery of the moon. thank-you:) And the little boy I babysit truly is a splash of sunshine. almost every morning he scrambles from his mom's vehicle with a big grin on his face!
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