Blessing-shower

Some sweet, sweet August mementos...

 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, 

and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: 

they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:  

if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Ps.40:5

Orchard slope is laden with blossom-hope come true

August is a maiden with eyes corn-flower blue

Bare feet traipse where heat-sweet haze glazes dusty earth

Farewell, fleet, green yesterdays of lusty rebirth

Saffron sunrise-hour spilt, sires history

August is a flower quilt tossed on spired lea

Thistle-seed and thimble-weed, teasel, goldenrod

Stipples summer’s easel with Masterpiece from God

Garden brims with gourd-shaped hymns, onion-pepper-corn

August is a lure-draped limb bent with bud full born

Love and longing intertwine, wind through vying rooms

Like an intangible vine, lined with dying blooms

Brush the brooding tear, my dear, seasons come to pass

August is a belvedere where echoes amass

Hush, ere morrow steals the boy’s carefree, happy play

Sorrow is the child of joy; live, laugh, love today

List, the cricket fiddle-lay, morn to middle-night

August is a ticket, hey, to dog-day delight  

Court its flower-hour cupped in fallible jars

Count its blessing-shower like children counting stars

© Janet Martin