Awe-Shucks or For Summer Lovers or August Morn

Started this poem before-sun-up on Monday morn...

but...

...and much more, made Monday's poem Wednesday's poem😀

Broad daylight births from blushing bands stirred on earth’s eastern edge

Where hints of higher hierarchy soft-singe the countryside

With tints that wake awareness to the ink of summer’s pledge

And leaves its lover lingering in hunger’s honing tide

From Maker to partaker day’s decanter is refilled

Where dusk had drained the last drop, fervor streams from dawn’s carafe

To replenish full colour like a Painter’s palette spilled

It leaves its lover wonder-struck at Mercy’s autograph

Ah, August’s glad-to-be-alive brims in the hymn of morn

It flowers in a bower brushed with brume of beggar’s bliss

The bud bares all its secrets in a flare of rose and thorn

To leave its lover torn between hello and farewell’s kiss

Time’s seasoned traveler treads with more tenderness, it seems

Its greener revelers splash through August’s haze like school boys

Where days are far too long for feet chasing tomorrow’s dreams

Which soon leave summer’s lovers agape with shucked sorrow-joys

© Janet Martin

Happy Wednesday!