August awes us with its beauty
Bites our backs with burning sun
Tugs the heart twixt dream and duty
Wild its flower-rivers run
August woos us with brave wonder
Hint of farewell winks its eye
O’er an ocean of bloom-plunder
Bites our backs with burning sun
Tugs the heart twixt dream and duty
Wild its flower-rivers run
August woos us with brave wonder
Hint of farewell winks its eye
O’er an ocean of bloom-plunder
Bobs the bee with butterfly
August brims with ample treasure
Beckons us to glean its wealth
Bids us sample Mercy’s measure
Here’s to happiness and health
August teases us with tinges
Rousing bittersweet lament
Where its sultry midday hinges
To a world of summer spent
August angles evening shadows
Early over stubble-sweep
While the cricket tunes the meadows
With incessant cheep-cheep-cheep
August sizzles like a fry-pan
Reeds guzzle the creek-bed dry
Heat-waves ripple on the skyline
Hairdos fizzle in reply
August is a wordless sonnet
Luring bards of meeker stance
To capture its stirring ballad
In a melody of thanks
August is a groaning table
Laden with earth’s zest and zeal
Beneath heaven’s bluest gable
August spreads a five-star meal
August, a common-place palace
August, a garden, a beach
August is a phlox-gilt chalice
August is a dripping peach
August awes us with sweet splendor
Season steeped in ironweed
Cicadas drone, brooks meander
Finches feast on thistle-seed
© Janet Martin
August brims with ample treasure
Beckons us to glean its wealth
Bids us sample Mercy’s measure
Here’s to happiness and health
August teases us with tinges
Rousing bittersweet lament
Where its sultry midday hinges
To a world of summer spent
August angles evening shadows
Early over stubble-sweep
While the cricket tunes the meadows
With incessant cheep-cheep-cheep
August sizzles like a fry-pan
Reeds guzzle the creek-bed dry
Heat-waves ripple on the skyline
Hairdos fizzle in reply
August is a wordless sonnet
Luring bards of meeker stance
To capture its stirring ballad
In a melody of thanks
August is a groaning table
Laden with earth’s zest and zeal
Beneath heaven’s bluest gable
August spreads a five-star meal
August, a common-place palace
August, a garden, a beach
August is a phlox-gilt chalice
August is a dripping peach
August awes us with sweet splendor
Season steeped in ironweed
Cicadas drone, brooks meander
Finches feast on thistle-seed
© Janet Martin
Oh, my Goodness, Janet, how on earth do you do this? Your writing is truly a God-given gift.
ReplyDeleteall through yesterday the lines steeped my senses. It's one of the poems that wouldn't rest till it was written. and when it was done I said 'thank-you God'<3
Delete(()) big thank-you hug!
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