Halo of mist on a morn half-awake
Lowing of cattle-beast wafts on the air
Gentle, so gentle, is rural daybreak
Echo of Eden and God walking there
Raindrops on roses, far hills, baby-blue
Heaven lends earth little glimpses, oh my
Meadow-sweeps dazzle with diamonds of dew
Beauty unstoppers a flask held sky-high
Hearty and humble, each task close at hand
Laundry-lines laden with cotton ballet
Coffers of sun-gold spill over the land
Rousing aroma of alfalfa-hay
Happy hens clucking a laid-an-egg boast
Red rooster fluffing his look-at-me strut
Fresh coffee fragrance, berry jam on toast
Life leaves so little to rankle with ‘but’
Somewhere a violinist, soft and slow
Across an ocean of barley and wheat
Touches its tawny timbre with a bow
Stirring a ballad of dust, sultry-sweet
Pink portulaca in pots on a porch
Lazy dog lolls on the cool of the floor
Screen door slaps languidly, noon lights a torch
Garden-gifts gathered for lunch and much more
Purple coneflowers play a petal hymn
Maple-tree awning spawns sit-a-spell shade
Buzz of cicada tunes afternoon’s limb
Simple siesta of cold lemonade
Twilight delivers rose-gold lullaby
Highlighting shivers of leaf on the air
Gentle, so gentle, rural eventide
Echo of Eden and God walking there
© Janet Martin
A delight strolling in His paradise. Thank you
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