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Thursday, June 22, 2023

Sweet Season of Summer-Is

 

Happy, Happy Officially-Summer!
(I  didn't think about or look at the date yesterday
 and it didn't dawn on me till this morning that It's Summer!!!)
Also, just as a reminder, 
we no longer have the whole summer ahead of us!
We are already a day-and-a-half into it, so,
don't waste a single sparkle
 because 
all too soon
its sparkles will be
 white and frosty😅❆

Sweet season of warm, drawn-out days
Of early apricot-glazed dawn...



Of distant mist-spearmint-kissed sweeps
Fringing bucolic countryside...


Of midday picnics on the lawn...

(helping gramma with a refill)


Of rippling, rolling wheat-field seas
Crowned with welkin, azure marquee...


Of five-star cuisine, simplified
As bowls and baskets start to brim
With garden dreams and prayers come true...



Rainbow of laundry-laden lines...


Whisper of wisteria vines...


Popsicles moustaches,


...hopscotch


This was a bit of poem unfolding with the day and day unfolding with the poem...

Sweet season of warm, drawn-out days
Of early apricot-glazed dawn
And coral dusk’s lingering haze
Of midday picnics on the lawn
Beneath lush, green-leaf canopies
Of School's Out Heaven, fancy-free
Of rippling, rolling wheat-field seas
Crowned with welkin, azure marquee
Of flower-gardens running wild
Ignoring fences, frilling lanes
Of laughing, leaping barefoot child
Of dew-diamonds and daisy chains
Of distant mist-spearmint-kissed sweeps
Fringing bucolic countryside
Of raindrop-dappled, dusty streets
Of five-star cuisine, simplified
As bowls and baskets start to brim
With garden dreams and prayers come true
As thankfulness ignites a hymn
That humbly runs us through and through
As moments, soon memento-spun
Are gathered into heart-shaped vaults
Coppice-glint, silver in the sun
Splash of cartwheels and somersaults
Rainbow of laundry-laden lines
Or rural, roadside flower-shops
Whisper of wisteria vines
Popsicles moustaches, hopscotch
Where sometimes work is more like play
And sometimes after ‘playing’ hard
We take a tea-break holiday
And spread a quilt in the backyard
To revel in the sheer delight
Of summer, spilling in Real Time
Through half-shut eyes we feel its flight
Performing, like a pantomime
Where here-and-now and summers-spent
Somehow, bitterly-sweetly stir
A ballad of love and lament
Where joys and sorrows rush and blur
In summer-song, a tide that tolls
And strums the soul with smiles and tears
A wave that lifts and falls and rolls
Across Today, and disappears
Thus, no one can afford to gaze
Too long at ways we cannot thwart
Better to turn lament to praise
Better a lover, glad to court
The hour full of fleeting fronds
Of lilies, like lanterns, sunlit
Of cannonballs in turquoise ponds,
Of excuses to pause a bit
To marvel at what we might miss
Like the color of morn on leaves
The holy, unexpected bliss
That beauty-stolen breath achieves
The loveliness of letting go
Of what no one can keep, to hold
The ephemeral ebb and flow
Of petal-purple, scarlet, gold
While summer spirals like a spark
From campfires that flare and fade
Beneath star-polka-dotted dark
As expectation’s hit-parade
Chimes in belfries of hollyhock
Pink burst of  hello births farewell
Platinum lake laps, slaps the dock
Happiness; none can buy or sell
Seizes the Yellow Day that grants
Uncharted opportunity
To kick up treasure-dust and dance
To lyrics of a memory
To savor every sparkle-crumb
That falls from tables, heaven-cast
Spilling feasts destined to become
From Summer-Is, echo-repast

© Janet Martin

To marvel at what we might miss
Like the color of morn on/through leaves...





The holy, unexpected bliss
That beauty-stolen-breath achieves...


Better a lover, glad to court
The hour full of fleeting fronds
Of lilies, like lanterns, sunlit...




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