It's Almost Summer

It dawned on me at dusk...we are halfway through June.

How can that be?! Slow down, sweet June night-morning-afternoon...

 I babysit for a few teachers and the school-year end is a highly stressful time. Tonight as I said 'hang in there, it's almost summer' it struck me....how those three words are surely one of the best combinations in the world! It's almost summer, not yet started meaning it's not quite close to being over yet! What do you love best about summer? For me it's everything!
(next day; okay, so I thought of one thing that I might not fully love about summer...
never-ending window-cleaning!:)

It’s almost summer

The land of fence lines

Laced with flowers wild

The place of high-noon holiday

And happy-go-lucky child

Of garden green

And shadows lean

On twilight’s golden slope

Of raindrop rivers overflowing

Wilted hearts with hope

Of flower-friends

And paths that bend

Up to the sky-wide blue

Of busyness and happiness

Of summer-life to-do

Of shores that splay

The waves that lay

Their songs upon the sand

Where bare feet loll

And lover’s stroll

The boardwalk hand in hand

Where morning pours

From honeyed jars

And youth is not an age

Where chicory

Bewitches ditches

Where brooks are fringed with sage

And gardens brim

With veggie-vim

And harvest hymn prelude

Where we drink in

The mauve-pink grin

Of platinum sun subdued

Of flip-flop feet

And iced tea, sweet

And pools of shaded deep

Of locust drone

Of lawns, fresh-mown

Where we lounge, half-asleep

Of work and play

And stay up late

And listen to the stars

And trespass where

The darkened air

Runs paler on dawn’s bars

Where pantomime

Of silk-spun Time

Is drenched with dust and dew

Where worlds are washed

With wonder of

Winter-long dreams come true

It’s almost summer

Land of roses

Sun-kissed, freckled grin

For, where the door of

Fair Spring closes

Summer rushes in

© Janet Martin