A Little Like a Wave (that rolls across the land...)

Welcome! Day Three of Summer...

 The first day of summer was almost perfect...

I say 'almost' because it seems in life/love there is ALWAYS

a 'fly in the pudding', right?

Sisters💖

Melissa came home for her first visit this year (because of the pandemic)

then someone's truck broke down and Jim needed to work on Sunday, cutting our visit

a little short because we needed to drive her home on Sunday morning instead of later in the day..

Our whole family was together at last...except Matt; He was at his buddy's wedding...

so we learn to commit to treasuring the moments 

that slip through our fingers like sun-sparkles on water

A little like a wave that rolls across the land and leaves

Behind a wake of wonder spent on petal-wings and sheaves

And echo-sparkles, strewn like diamonds on a dusty path

Where wafts the mist of sun-kissed days in summer’s aftermath

A little like a dream come true but reality-warped

As avenues of green and blue turn bronze and heat-wave scorched

While we are humbly smitten by God’s mercies, new each morn

Where silver gleams the rippling surf of barley-fields and corn

A little like a front porch perch as we lean to behold

A panoramic surge of oceans, purple, pink and gold

Where hills, wild-flower frosted flare and fade and none can tame

The tide that spills across earth’s shoreline; summer is its name

A little like the blur of childhood after it is spent

A mosaic of moments molding bittersweet lament

Where what so long we hungered for is caught upon a swell

Of turquoise-tinted fervor always ending in farewell

Then dawdle in the dreamland that cold, winter nights compose

And give yourself permission to be beguiled by a rose

And loiter by the bank that brims with daisy-hymns and such

Before the hour, like the flower falls prey to time’s touch

Drink deep; the dewy dazzled dawn is like a fount of stars

Walk on the water of front lawns to flower-frothed sand-bars

And wade, waist-deep through afternoons that soon will not exist

Snare summer’s sunshine-wine in flasks for winter to untwist

Dare to be carefree, for a little even while we bear

(Because of love’s Thereof) its steady, sweaty weight of care

Do not wait for a Better Day to treasure now and here

Because with ev’ry cheep and chirp summer will disappear

A little like a pang piercing asunder heart and soul

A little like a bulging pocket with a little hole

A little like a rhapsody half-written and released

A little like a photograph, faded and fondly-creased

The Hand that gifts the sands of time and sifts its ebb and flow

Helps us to hold but not to cling, to love and then let go

So then, when Summer slips beyond the reach of glossy leaf

A hint of peach will linger to sweeten her loss and grief

© Janet Martin