Summer

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; 

to me those have always been the two most beautiful words

 in the English language.”

― Henry James

Breakfast in the garden...

Campfire griddle-cakes...

Never pleading pardon

For extended breaks...

Fields flaunt floral fringes...

Flower begets flower...

Lily-lanterns gleam...

Smacking lips devour

Strawberries and cream...

Breakfast in the garden

Campfire griddle-cakes

Never pleading pardon

For extended breaks

Beauty is not wasted

Kitchen duty waits

So much to be tasted

On blue-sky heaped plates

Sun and shadow dapples

Green leaf canopy

Sheer contentment grapples

With time’s fleeting spree

Flower begets flower

Lily-lanterns gleam

Smacking lips devour

Strawberries and cream

Lyrics spill in laughter

Sprinkler diamonds splash

Bare feet pitter-patter

Popsicle mustache

Swallows skim dusk backdrops

Bloom lures butterflies

*Puppy chews on flip-flops

Owner scolds and sighs

Fields flaunt floral fringes

Gilt-embroidered glove

Touch of heaven tinges

Earth’s fullness thereof

Dusty, dewy essence 

Stokes soft breeze caress 

Sun-steeped effervescence 

Evokes happiness

Picnic basket pleasure

Outdoor living-rooms

Every day a treasure

Where sweet summer blooms

© Janet Martin

*'Rats' I said to myself in bed last night

after everyone had gone home and campfire was tidied up.

I hope someone saw my flip-flops and brought them inside

(I kicked them off to run a race with grand-kiddos)

Someone didn't and neighbor farm-pup did 😠

My bad for not just getting up and making sure!

The consequence of laziness...

Swallows skim dusk backdrops...