Seductions of Summer...

Off to taste as many of these temptations as possible today...by the grace of God.

Yon meadow lures the passerby

To lie beneath heath of blue sky

Garden-rooms tease us to relax

And ease the groan of sweat-bent backs

Where side-by-side wide-eyed rainbows

Embrace us between zinnia rows

The cricket tugs at keened heart-strings

Its chirp-chirp joins the bird that sings

At break of day then flies away

To where the woodland breezes play

Wildflowers wow us with their laud

Yet most beheld by none but God

And fences flaunt poetic climes

That tempt us to trespass sometimes

The orchard winks at us to walk

And wander without clout of clock

The arbor bids us to recline

Beneath the ardor of the vine

And on the hill that wears morn’s mist

We want to be sun and wind-kissed

Without the fist of rules, alas

To draw us from its schools of grass

The lawn rolls out a welcome-world

Of shadow-pools and fronds dew-pearled

The backroad beckons us to roam

Gloriously lost yet close to home

© Janet Martin