Gratitude For All Things August

For drenching rain from clouds that burst
To quench the angst of nature’s thirst

For harvest-sheaves; a teeming tide
Of rolled gold dotting countryside 

For rooms that brim with blooms that steal
Our breath with beauty’s fragile reel

For dusty dusk and dewy dawn
And crickets that sing on and on 

For hearts that race as moments chase
Sweet summer through its vain embrace

For aromas of pickling spice
For peach-happiness, slice by slice

For gardens brimming with fresh fare
As payoff for its constant care

For sunflowers that beam with cheer
No matter what the weather, dear

For enchanting sun-shadow art
On canvasses of leaf and heart

For fence-lines fringed with filigree
Of Queen Ann’s Lace and chicory

For ‘buffet tables’ that unroll
Feast for the eyes; food for the soul

For green sweeps glazed with silver stars

For rainbows snared in canning jars

For August’s happy, happy hours
Served on a platter steeped in flowers

...from He whose handiwork is lent
And ever filled with wonderment

© Janet Martin