When Summer Comes...

When summer comes a-wooing from fathoms of blue and green

With every other color on earth’s palette tossed between

We stroll a little lighter through its ‘bare feet welcome’ rooms

And sing a little brighter midst its serenade of blooms

When summer comes a-gleaming from a fount of petal-snow

Then, dreamers trade in dreaming to taste moments here and now

We wish a little wiser in its wander-wonder-world

We fish a little river in the cast of dusk unfurled

When summer comes a-traipsing from a place beyond our gaze

Where sunshine’s yellow cello music sets the sea ablaze

We laugh a little blither; learn a language none can teach

Where far too long we yearned for songs that shimmer on the beach

When summer comes a-smiling like fair maidens in first love

With wind-whispers beguiling more than birds to shadowed grove

We take a little picnic packed in winter’s fantasy

And make a pretty picture for next winter’s memory

When summer comes a-scattering lupine and columbine

Her pockets tattered with the weight of honey-suckle vine

We work a little gladder where the season’s hour lends

A sweet and swift undoing like a bud whose flower ends

When summer comes cajoling like waves rolling to a shore

Whereon the best of love and life engraves its phantom roar

We loll a little longer ‘neath the green tree in its prime

And grow a little stronger in the good old summertime

© Janet Martin