Unwrapped For Our Looking Pleasure

 

In this place of planted gifts

Of granted gifts

Enchanted gifts

In this grace of garden-gifts

And days studded with flow’rs

In time’s pretty pirouette

Of sun rise and shine and set

What we see is what we get

Out of summer’s hours

Take a look, a second look

A longer, closer

Third-fourth look

Summer is a picture-book

And fit for every age

Feel the thrill of living spill

From earth’s fount of hill and rill

Do not blindly wait until

Winter turns the page

© Janet Martin

Taking a little blogging break.
See you in a week or two:)