Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Thou Fairest Bower Of Them All...

 Because I have a photo for almost every line it was hard to choose just a few...


Thou winsome, wonderworld of gnomes
Of fairy-hunts ‘neath mushroom domes...


Of woman, always girl at heart
And girl awed at Creator’s art...


Of buds that burst...


...with perfect pink


Of cloud-piers immersed in God’s ink...



Thou that didst heap upon our hearts
The joy that only June imparts
Thou that didst drench the dell with blooms
And turn backyards to living-rooms
And probe the planted seed to birth
Where hints of heaven deck the earth
As thou didst overflow our gaze
With nature’s myriad of praise

Thou, belle of beauty and delight
That doth our dearest dreams recite
That never holds summer at bay
But flings ajar its hip-hooray
With copious color-pizzazz
A symphony of petal-jazz
With bowls we skim thy verdant sheaf
Of buttercrunch and spinach leaf

Thou winsome, wonderworld of gnomes
Of fairy-hunts ‘neath mushroom domes
Of woman, always girl at heart
And girl awed at Creator’s art
Of buds that burst with perfect pink
Of cloud-piers immersed in God’s ink
Of picnics packed on sudden whim
Of dusk, reluctant to grow dim

Thou fairest bower of them all
Thou flower-fragrant festival
A sun and shadow rendezvous
Of greenest green and bluest blue
Of longest day that slips away
Too fast to casts of yesterday
Thou dost spill with such subtle ease
Thy breathless thrill to memories

© Janet Martin

A symphony of petal-jazz...






With bowls we skim thy verdant sheaf
Of buttercrunch and spinach leaf...




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