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...