June-Hymn

June seemed to beg in my bones

to be turned/tuned to a hymn today...

As you may have noticed over the years...

I never tire of this view!

Each season turns it into its own masterpiece,

But June, oh, sweet, fleet June

must be its Crown Jewel!

(p.s.) the farmers have no idea of the close heed I pay in spring

as to what crops are being planted around me! because it greatly affects my summer-view!

Seems this year I will soon be fenced in by

knee-high corn by the first of July, thanks in huge part to last week's heat wave!!)

And so, we smile where lunch beguiles from garden salad bowls...

Where June unwinds its green-hued isles like rivers/ribbons through our souls...

June always hath too short a lease; Summer’s virginity

As God unfurls a Masterpiece of bird-bloom symphony...

June has too many loveliness-es to name, but we try

Because we know how soon its comeliness yields to July

The moments that compose its song like music notes that brim

Where bowers cannot keep for long each lily-lifted/gifted hymn

And so, we smile where lunch beguiles from garden salad bowls

Where June unwinds its green-hued isles like rivers/ribbons through our souls

And takes each summer heart by storm, thrilling spectator-woes

As wild flowers begin to perform annual roadside shows

June always hath too short a lease; Summer’s virginity

As God unfurls a Masterpiece of bird-bloom symphony

Where earth is fair of face; she dances like a carefree child

While Nature’s Magnum Opus grants a free-for-all run wild

June’s laughter is contagious, kindling laughter in us too

In spite of wars life wages and sorrows that run us through

We find a kindly Comforter as flower-fountains spill

Healing Want’s wounded wonderer/wanderer with thund’ring canticle

Front porches become perfect perches for hiatuses

Vistas of pop-up churches births worship in all of us

Where oh-so-many pleasures leave its seekers humbly awed

By the manifold measures of the handiwork of God

The earth and its fullness thereof belong to Him. Amen

In spite of mortal’s lack of love He blesses us again

And sets to perfect timing, lilt of leaf and butterfly

And vine labyrinths climbing trellises crowned with blue sky

The busy bee bumbles from rose to rose and drinks and drinks 

Heedless of pollen crumbs, he nosedives into reds and pinks

Heady with happiness of honey-sweet, sweet dreams, oh my

He knows that earth and heaven meet, first in June, then July 

June grins with lovely things like hummingbirds that dart and flit

From plume to plume; and we delight to be a part of it

Partakers of a love-song, where joy is never off-tune

But beckons us to sing along because God gave us June

© Janet Martin

June has too many loveliness-es to name, but we try...