Summer-Serenade

 Already half-way through July?!

My heart lurches a little as my favorite months fly...

Tonight we sat on the deck 'til after dark,

soaking in the summer-night soft moonlight serenade

Time pours through summer’s sultry sieve

Soft-swift it sifts its gifted plume

And splays its colors on the eve

That weaves fond memories with its loom

How fluid summer’s hours pass

We grapple with the bloom of them

Only to see upon the grass

Tatters scattered from summer’s hem

We bear witness to summer’s ways

Laughter and mourning intertwine

For soon the swoon of twilight splays

Like crocuses on heaven’s vine

The earth is full of green and gold

It holds the hope for days to come

When warmth is traded in for cold

After we bring its harvest home

Time pours through summer’s sultry eve

And leaves us fully glad and sad

Because we know soon we will grieve

The lovely summer that we had

© Janet Martin