Summer-tide...

 do you feel it?!

The tender tug from a team of phantom Steads that drew June

with subtle ease to Never-land

 Today we harvested mint leaves (before they go into flower)

so we can drink mint tea to our heart's content next winter while white gales howl

and hiss, rattling windows and bare branches ...doesn't today suddenly feel extra-blissful 😀

The fleeting font of moments metes its mist

Where Hunger’s ageless army wages war

Summer spills thrills in gold and amethyst

It tests the grist where vice and virtue spar  

And moves beneath the hooves of tick and tock

A carriage drawn by steads inside the clock  

The starting place of days is soon high noon

High noon shimmies across a southward slope

Where husk of dusk hoists up a wisp of moon

And tunes unfinished tasks with rest and hope

As mankind copes with strain of rod and staff

While proof of truth like grain is weaned from chaff

The scenes that sweetened winter’s meanest drift

Now keen a sudden, sentimental ache

The team that drew June’s chariot was swift

And left a cloud of wonder in its wake

Whilst mingling farewell’s bittersweet goodbye

With Expectation turned toward July

We find with thorn a rose, with rose, a thorn

Morn melts the dark that rolled in like a wave

The tender tug within the bosom borne

Will follow us, methinks, into the grave

We learn, as Reason yields its shield and sword

Each season has both challenge and reward

© Janet Martin