July Origami

I have been found wanting

Where the blossom drips

Where hope and uncertainty

Kindles fellowships

Where the wind lies dormant

On a summer’s morn

Where the death of one day leads

To another born

Where the land is folded

From first green to gold

July origami

Subtle and yet bold

Where wow’s wave of wonder

Flares, then fades beneath

Fragile colour-thunder

Stealing our breath

Crimping with deft fingers

That which will become

From this present shimmer

Past’s momentous sum

Where the sail of summer

Hoists a fresh ahoy

I have been found wanting

While I weep for joy

© Janet Martin