Welcome, sweet summer!
Ps.19: part of verses 4 and 6
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun...
...nothing is deprived of its warmth.
Sweet summer, with so much to love we hardly know where to begin…
Where heady scent of fresh-mown hay hangs heavy on dawn’s dewy hush/brush...
Where countless hues of green imbue the rolling view, leafy and lush...
I love the calm after a storm, thunders through twilight like a train
Leaving behind a dazzling world, adorned with jewelry of rain...
Sweet summer, with so much to love, each day feels like precious fling
As earth and its fulness thereof begins to laugh, and leap and sing
Where heady scent of fresh-mown hay hangs heavy on dawn’s dewy hush/brush
Where countless hues of green imbue the rolling view, leafy and lush
Sweet summer’s thoroughfare is frilled with flowers, wonderful and wild
The garden bears the eager, carefree, banter of a bare foot child
Tree canopies cast cooling pools of shadow play across the yard
Against the wall behind the house, handsome hollyhocks stand on guard
I love the calm after a storm, thunders through twilight like a train
Leaving behind a dazzling world, adorned with jewelry of rain
I love the caroling of songbirds welcoming the day, still dark
I love the sounds of children playing in the splash pad at the park
In sweet summer we slow our pace lest we miss beauty to behold
Where duty’s never-ending chase runs through joys that never grow old
Beneath the arbor lavished with fragrant, purple wisteria-sigh
Through puddles on the laneway, strewn like mirror-fragments, full of sky
Sweet summer, with so much to touch and taste and smell and see and do
Ah, ‘what is man?’ we cry to He who runs awe’s happy wonder through
With strawberry and cherry bliss pleasing palates of everyone
With wheat fields billowing like oceans turning gold beneath the sun
Sweet summertime, when life is like a gift we open every morn
Its misty wrapping melts like butter over gleaming fields of corn
And we are glad with simple things like picnic basket’s smorgasbord
A pleasure fit for queens and kings, that everybody can afford
Sweet summer, tugging us between task and basking in pools of shade
Content with a good book and glass of iced coffee or lemonade
Where days flit by like butterflies, where school doors close and scholars grin
Sweet summer, with so much to love we hardly know where to begin…
© Janet Martin
Sweet summertime, when life is like a gift we open every morn
Its misty wrapping melts like butter over gleaming fields of corn...
Beneath the arbor lavished with fragrant, purple wisteria-sigh...
With wheat fields billowing like oceans turning gold beneath the sun...
Summer really is a God gift. So is your wisteria, if I was 20 years younger I would go for it. But I have a self imposed rule of no new flower beds.
ReplyDelete<3 The wisteria is definitely a special pleasure! thank-you for enjoying God's handiwork with me! And sharing the wisdom of knowing there's far more to a flower garden than the beholding!
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