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;