At Sweet, Sweet Last...Summer!

I began writing this poem on the first day of summer (first verse)

then suddenly time frisked five-days from my fingers...😒😊!

...in very wow-some ways!

Now dawns the fond season of long daylight hour

Of ponds filled with children and fields frilled with flow’r

Of earth all a-bloom with beauty as bud breaks

Of wheat fields a-shimmer, like bisque-colored lakes

Of lily-shaped chalice and laughter of leaves

The world like a palace of pastures and trees

And lilting of lark-song and droning of bee

And bare-footed canter of scholar, carefree

…and banter of breeze in the green before sheaves

And strawberries teasing taste-buds with ‘more please’

Of sun on a grand, golden platter at morn

Melting over gardens like butter on corn

Of hearts all agog with day-dreaming, oh my

Of strolling on beaches ‘til we touch the sky

Of soft-rolling surf smoothing out on the sand

And soothing the listener with its ageless band

Of sudden surprises too num’rous to name

Of wonder-filled Masterpieces none can frame

As simple arrangements of sky, sea and sod

Startles Longing’s smart with free art-work from God

Of rush of pure joy as plumes put on Best Frocks

Of rekindled friendships with pink hollyhocks

Of lying beneath high noon’s on-and-on sweep

Where clouds dot blue eons like woolly, white sheep

Of love’s keen awareness of what comes to pass

Of slowing our footsteps on sun-dappled grass

…and learning to linger in spite of the law

That authors both labor and slumber’s hurrah

Of rose-ravished rapture and sweat-lavished brow

Of caught between tug-of-heart wishes and Now

Of lolling at dusk while the dust of the day

Settles like gold mist where twilight’s minstrels play

Now dawns the fond flicker of June and July

Savor sun-sweet moments but don’t close your eyes  

Too long lest the bliss of its kiss turns to snow

And hold insists on its flipside, letting go

© Janet Martin