The Joy of June (makes glad the heart)

Nature's fingers are threaded through with petal-floss...

and gossamer scarves, trailing skylines, misty-blue...

Ps.150:6

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

 Praise the Lord!

May swept by in a busy blur without opportunity

to grapple its gladness for spring-things to page!

Finally a rainy June morning allows time for the Poet

to purge Her soul of pleasures to share

and hopefully bring joy to fellow June-lovers! 

Nature’s Artist breathes upon

Earth’s stage, with leaf-refurbished isles

And coral light of early dawn

God...gilds fronds with jewels of rain...

The joy of June makes glad the heart

And stirs a soul-sweet psalm of praise

Where bliss time cannot change imparts

The happiness of summer days

This is the Time of singing birds

Of cheery chime of flower-bell

Of hundred hues of green that girds

The sunny hill and bowered dell

Of gardens reaching for the moon

Of days that linger gloriously

Beneath awnings, where azure noon

Kindles dusk’s drawn-out panoply

Nature's fingers are threaded through

With petal-floss and gossamer

Scarves, trailing skylines, misty-blue

And woven with hymn-tinctured shirr  

A universal childhood smiles

As Nature’s Artist breathes upon

Earth’s stage, with leaf-refurbished isles

And coral light of early dawn

Winter-weary spirits once more

Soar with hope, burgeoning and hale

Where, like each joyous June before

God tips a lily-laden grail

…and gilds fronds with jewels of rain

And fuels blossom-to-fruit boon

And makes hearts humbly glad again

With summer’s sweet, sweet joys of June

Janet Martin

Of gardens reaching for the moon...

(With this rain the garden grew overnight!!)

This is the Time of singing birds...