Showing posts with label July Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label July Poem. Show all posts

Saturday, July 5, 2025

Sweet, Sweet July Song (or Summer)


I began this poem on the last day of June
each stanza beginning with 'Sweet Summer'
but, the door closed on June before
I had a chance to completely corral verve into verse
so, instead there was born a sweet July song
with some June-strains woven through it...
a sit-back-and-savour summer-weekend siesta
kind of song!

Happy First Weekend of July 2025!

Sweet July/summer sweeps through living’s rooms
In whispers of wisteria plumes...


In bright bursts of myriad blooms
So lovely to behold...


She tap-dances in drops of rain...


And splashes puddles on the lane...


And waves a wand through fields of grain
Transforming green...


... to gold


Sweet July sighs in grassy bars...


And spills to window-sills in jars
Filled with pleasure unfurled...


She glories in sun-beaming kiss
Grins in lip-smacking berry-bliss...




Sweet July, sets cerulean skies
Above a glimpse of Paradise...


From arbours red with rose...


Sweet July spills a patchwork quilt
Across landscapes,


Sweet July sings in welkin brooks
She steals the dreamer's picture books
Contentment feasts on glorious nooks
Of Glad Reality 
Like cornfields flushed with robust stalks 


Like the delight of twilight walks
With carefree company ...



Sweet July sweeps through living’s rooms
In whispers of wisteria plumes
In bright bursts of myriad blooms
So lovely to behold
She tap-dances in drops of rain
And splashes shadows on the lane
And waves a wand through fields of grain
Transforming green to gold

Sweet July sighs in grassy bars
She dazzles pastures with dew-stars
And spills to window-sills in jars
Filled with pleasure unfurled
She glories in sun-beaming kiss
Grins in lip-smacking berry-bliss
Whilst comforting what is amiss
In this broken-down world

Sweet July smiles to you and me
From isles where wells of ink flow free
With one-of-a-kind poetry
Only God can compose
From wisp ‘o willow serenade
From cool, beckoning pools of shade
From hues prominently displayed
From arbours red with rose

Sweet July sways in leafy limbs
And plays a plethora of hymns
For July is a fount that brims
With perfect, purest praise
From oriole, song-sparrow, lark
 From fireflies, dazzling the dark
From children laughing at the park
Happy for summer days

Sweet July, sets cerulean skies
Above a glimpse of Paradise
She spreads picnics for butterflies
And busy/buzzy honey-bees
She strews ballrooms where bare feet dash
Through childhood's fleeting spark and splash
While we, with echo's dust and ash
Forge precious memories  

Sweet July sings in welkin brooks
She steals the dreamer's picture books
Contentment feasts on glorious nooks
Of Glad Reality 
Like the friendship of hollyhocks
Like cornfields flushed with robust stalks 
 Like the delight of twilight walks
With carefree company 
 
Sweet July spills a patchwork quilt
Across landscapes, wildflower-gilt
Wonder erects a temple, built
For worship's awed esteem 
The seed begins to burst with fruit
Thrilling the gardener with loot;
Onions, peas, carrots and beet-root
Heaven-on-earth cuisine

Sweet July slips through afternoons
An invisible minstrel, she croons
Ageless, page-less green ballad-tunes
Strummed on ten-thousand  strings
She overflows the heart with joys
And meadow-pond with laughing boys
The Belle of Summertime deploys
Happiness fit for kings  

Sweet July bids us walk by sight
And taste her fare of pure delight
And satisfy Want’s appetite
With slow and steamy hours
Where no one can afford to make
Less than the most of give and take
Where every day is like a cake
Decorated with flowers

...and dusk is like a getaway
From Duty's Musts of middle-day
Where gardens are a place to pray
And thank-God for July
For fields where farmers reap its hold
For Masterpieces, manifold 
As His handiwork is extolled 
From land and sea and sky

Janet Martin

The seed begins to burst with fruit



Thrilling the gardener with loot;



Onions, peas, carrots and beet-root...


Heaven-on-earth cuisine...



...and dusk is like a getaway
From Duty's Musts of middle-day




Where gardens are a place to pray
And thank-God for July...





Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Goodbye July...

Hello all! 
I couldn't bear to wait till August to return,
simply so we can share 
sweet July's goodbye-grief together

Wheat fields wax gold, 



disappear...


Sun-diamonds stud sky-blue lake...


 

Pond is full of silver splash...


Garden goodness overflows...


How am I going to find my cucumber row under this squash plant jungle?!!
It looked like ample room when I planted those teeny seeds!!


And we have a little tomato plant forest as well!



Hard to believe it was this a month and a half ago!



Corn grows tall, a wall of green
Blocking panoramic scene...
(from now till corn harvest we will be
the Little House in the big (corn) Woods)
Every single field around us is tall corn

back view

side view

front view


So, we search for nearer thrills
Zinnias bloom on windowsills...




Wheat fields wax gold, disappear
Cricket chirp catches our ear
Sun-diamonds stud sky-blue lake
July’s goodbye stokes love’s ache

Shade tree beckons, cool retreat
Hairdo wilts in midday-heat
Tot sports popsicle mustache
Pond is full of silver splash

Freckles flourish, as does rose
Garden goodness overflows
Happiness hurts, torn between
What is, will be and has been

Dawn is dew-drenched, dusty-sweet
Want is quenched where waves wash feet
Wildflower profusion spills
Through ditches in rainbow rills

Footloose wonder scales new heights
Heady with July-delights
Bloom sports brooch of butterfly
Summer hearts brace for goodbye

Corn grows tall, a wall of green
Blocking panoramic scene
So, we search for nearer thrills
Zinnias bloom on windowsills

Sunflower beams, we beam back
Queen Ann flaunts lace bric-a-brac
July always feels so brief
Parting is love’s sweetest grief

Thunder rumbles, clouds release
Plush percussion masterpiece
Forging from hello, a bell
Tolling, heavy with farewell

Goodbye July, rest beneath
Summer’s glorious, floral wreath
Goodbye July, we would cry
But for August standing nigh

...a carpet of cricket-shirr
Ripples like a harbinger
Bearing August's bronze Baton
Over wheat fields, here and gone 

© Janet Martin

Sunflower beams, we beam back...


Queen Ann flaunts lace bric-a-brac...



Dawn is dew-drenched, dusty-sweet
Want is quenched where waves wash feet...





Goodbye July, rest beneath
Summer’s glorious, floral wreath...