Monday, July 26, 2021

Ah, Summer

 Ah, hands laden with garden-fare...




ah, sand between our toes...




Ah, silver-sequined taper melting moments dearly prized
You strew to past’s cast paper joy and sorrow synchronized
Scents of your passage mingle in incense of dust and dew
As our senses tingle with the awareness of you

Ah, eager expectation meshed with echo-aftermath
Shards of dashed celebration deck impressions of a path
That wends and winds its way from where we were to where we are
Fresh from a world of yesterdays we leap from star to star

Ah, land of lengthened daylight before night draws down its bars
And scatters flowers, silver-white in bowers bent with stars
Ah, grand cathedral brimming with winter’s bloom-dreams come true
While sight is barely skimming the fringe of what God can do

Ah, hands laden with garden-fare, ah, sand between our toes
Arbors flowing with silken, sunny honeysuckle prose
Ah, hill and hollow frilled with skeins and skeins of Queen Ann’s lace
Ah, lily-tallow spilled and willed to life’s last resting place

Ah, petal-tear ellipses, bit o’ salt, a bit o’ sweet
Where auburn soon eclipses gold and green of corn and wheat
Where late-day diamonds dancing on a bit o’ lake-lent hue
Crown points of exclamation with love’s stinging residue

Ah summer; soulful salutation of blooms and bare feet
Of heat-waves rolling over shores where earth and heaven meet
Of longing's gaping canyon overflowing with your hymn
Ah summer, full of reasons to be glad and sing and sing

© Janet Martin

Where late-day diamonds dancing on a bit o’ lake-lent hue
Crown points of exclamation with love’s stinging residue...








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