To Summer's Guests

Be your own guest. where life’s best, summer-living

Is giving grand reasons to get out of bed

Come; take an hour to get reacquainted

With friendly-faced flowers, gold, purple, pink, red

Take a lake-break where its lay laps the skyline

For soon gales will lash silver stars to white froth

Be your own guest; rest a bit between pages

Study the fine fretwork of green-whispered cloth

Love, joy and peace is a garden in August

Bursting with bloom after warring with weeds

Fruit laden baskets, still-life masterpieces

Butterflies bobbing over thickets and reeds

Work with awareness of what waits, my darling

Spend time, not money where summer spills free

Linger where cricket-song serenades gardens

Do three-hour picnics beneath an old tree

Love while life grants you the dance of a season

Joy is far more than a three-letter word

It sings in flowers where peace paints a picture

That fills summer’s framework with tincture soon blurred

© Janet Martin

Poetic Blooms has swung wide the garden gate once more...

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this is written for the prompt; 

Let There Be Peace and Love and Joy