Like a Song in the Sun...

(another August poem because there is no way to savor every flavor in one spoonful!)

*Von da vind ivvah deh vaetsa-shtubla blosed node vased mah sis glie shbote-yowah, 

said my brother-in-law on Sunday evening(in our mother-tongue, Pennsylvania Dutch)

 as we gathered to celebrate hubby’s mom’s 87^th birthday...

Oh! I replied, that almost feels like a poem! 

Yes, he said...I hear you write, like every week?!!

😀😁😂😃😄

*Translation;’’ when the wind blows over the wheat-stubble then we know soon it will be fall”

When late-day is baked like a golden cake

Drizzled with honey from a heaven-spoon

When sunflower-halos are wide awake

And cricket-vibrato spills noon to noon

When leaves, like candle-flares silver and green

Flicker in whispers of barely-a-breeze

When field lies fallow where wheat-sheen had been

Leaving the impression of memories

When dust of days spent and musk of songs sung

Ache with awareness of love-and-let-go

When music is petal-soft, lisped by a tongue

Of tattered delphinium’s purple-blue snow

When kiss of full colour and bliss of have-hold

Flashes like splashes of lake-diamonds tossed

When earth’s panorama of green, bronze and gold

Lures barefoot dancers to ballrooms soon lost

When wind in the willow is drowsy with heat

And hope is a-billow with heart-strings undone

When live-in-the-moment is bittersweet

There August is…like a song in the sun

There August is like a wave on the sand

Like a milkweed pod filled with silk-spun tears

Like a yellow cello played by a hand

That no one can see but everyone hears

© Janet Martin

And a bit of 'blossom-snow' from one of my favorite books Edge Seasons by Beth Powning

this piece simply feels like August to me!