Monday, August 16, 2021

August-Anthem

 This morning's sunrise parted night's skies in a blaze of glory!

'Dawn is a tango of coral and mango'...



The first line of this poem was snared on Saturday as I returned from errands
but didn't have the freedom to see where it's lure would lead...
this stunner of a day break broke the song wide-open!


Beauty bewitches where flower-wild ditches
Brim with glad hymns rousing heart’s pure delight
Time sings in petals hoisting summer’s medals
In celebration of bloom’s fleeting flight
Joy thrills with pleasure as gardens spill treasure
Backyard vacations are second to none
Rippling vibratos of cricket-concertos
Leaf marquees lure us from sizzle of sun

Harvest increases worship’s masterpieces
Countryside canvases spark reverence
Gratitude thunders where seed’s timeless wonders
Fill fallow frames with God’s benevolence
Dawn is a tango of coral and mango
Waking a dazzling world, dew-diamond starred
August entices with scents; pickling spices
Heady aromas, baked, barbecued, jarred

Nature’s enchanter tips heaven’s decanter
Sunshine and rain compose prize-poetry
Earth is a palace, each bloom like a chalice
Sparkling with sup for butterfly and bee
Breeze-musky minstrels strum corn tassel-tinsel
Labor is sweet as we glean fruit of toil
August is always a room full of hallways
Leading us through summer’s milestones of spoil

August composes with stubble and roses
Ballads that tremble on tender heart-strings
Stirring our senses with stayed recompenses
Borne on the mercy of morn’s welkin wings
Keeping us grateful for summer’s still-plate-full
Of flowered hours not yet bent and spent
Of sun-steeped laughter that lingers long after
August has folded its gold and blue tent

© Janet Martin



Keeping us grateful for summer’s still-plate-full
Of flowered hours not yet bent and spent
Of sun-steeped laughter that lingers long after
August has folded its gold and blue tent...



Backyard vacations are second to none...







below...looking for the stick that got lobbed awry!


Eccles.3:1-2
To every thing there is a season, 
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
 A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

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