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

Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Farewell July and Hello August

 Hello all, and Happy August!


After a week away, yesterday was a bit of a blur
trying to decide what to tackle first; laundry-mountain or garden jungle!!





Yesterday was sunny but cool, kindling an intoxicating eagerness for 
back-to-work! such wonderful work, summer is!
My sister texted me while I was shelling peas last night ...


or I might have missed July's farewell moon...




Finches bicker, green leaves flicker where sunbeams and shadows play
Where each hour is a flower that unfolds then fades away
And its petal is the mettle of echo-medleys that waft
A succession of impressions etched on Bygone’s breadth, breath-soft,

July marches through blue arches; boundless awning overhead
Vaulted over corn-wheat-clover fields, like quilts that need no thread
Speechless wonder rolls like thunder through heart and soul, awed, agape
While man gazes God amazes us with summer’s sanguine cape

Garden treasure kindles pleasure unlike any in the world
Spring-time planting now is granting toil and mercy’s fruit unfurled
Earth’s effulgence births indulgence; beauty bids duty to drink
Pause and savor awe’s full flavor-burst of gold, purple and pink

July leaves us; farewell grieves us but August rekindles smiles
It bewitches us where ditches have become wildflower-isles
Milkweed plumage, chamomile, sage, Queen Ann’s Lace and chicory
Cricket-choir catches fire we can hear but cannot see

Hello August, welcome, dew-dust dazzled, frazzled summer-crown
Sultry, sunny, sweet as honey-suckle run wild and wind-blown
Crowded beaches, juice of peaches drips from lip-smacking yes-yes!
Rouses gladness from spent sadness; hello August happiness

© Janet Martin

A little glimpse of last week...
at a lakeside cottage








Welcome August!







Sunday, July 16, 2023

July-Content


This poem comes courtesy of a sudden thunder/rain-storm,
turning a Sunday night walk into a bolt,
pause,
puff-puff,
bolt,
walk-puff-puff
and dash like-the-older-age-dickens back home...

(of, course by the time this poem was finished the sun was shining once more)





No need to plead for what is not
Where flower-hours pour
Nor to scale heights of spent delights
To gaze to days of yore

No taunt to kindle Winsome Want
Where lily-lantern gleams
Nor to dredge deeps of Bygone’s sweeps
For unrewarded dreams

No hollow to wish-wallow in
Where winsome leaf-song sighs
And strums the soul with the cajole
Of high-noon lullabies

No good to yearn for the return
Of once-upon-a-clock
While arbors flaunt the floral font
Of rose and hollyhock

No ‘why’ to cast with wistful eye
While Time is July-crowned
Nor mourn to feel the westward keel
Of summer autumn-bound

For Here it is’ Sweet July bliss
In all its lovely forms
Wildflower flings, hummingbird wings
And sudden thunderstorms

© Janet Martin

I did not see kitty till I uploaded the photo to my computer😂💓






Friday, July 14, 2023

July Loveliness


I turned this July evening stroll to the garden to pick potato bugs, into a mini-photo shoot, but the lens
can't quite capture the vibrancy of the colors;
deep denim-blue skies, 
gleaming gold wheat fields and due to all the rain, 
rich green summer foliage!





The gales have gentled now, that long we rued
Earth throbs with bud and seed’s God-ordained sum
The limb is lush with leaf, ere winds denude
The woodland tress that zephyrs toss and strum

Showers steep July-scapes in green and gold
The hymn that nature sings rings far and wide
Where earth’s page brims with beauty to behold
...denim-blue heavens crown the countryside

…where wildflowers freckle, fringe, gild and grace
Hill, hollow, ditch and dell, roadside, oh my
And we pick an impromptu resting place
To gaze and praise the Author of July

Where, because life is rife with care-to-bear
We could be prone to miss This Loveliness
That overflows dirt vaults with lilies fair
As God bends to kiss earth with heaven-ness

...where gales have gentled now, that long we rued
Before warm breezes tumbled from the sky 
And we reply with songs of gratitude
For The Sweet Loveliness we call July

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, July 12, 2023

July-High or Season of Sweet Summertime

 Some summer/ July 'highs/highlights'...

Freshly-picked supper!


Yesterday's Lunch!


'Where every flower-dear is fair of face...'


'And every shower-dear a gift from God'


Freshly-popped lily!

And Queen Ann decks herself in finest lace




And Daisy dares with ‘loves-me-loves-me-not’


Living’s unrivaled adrenaline rush
Beauty unbridled in sequence sublime
Colorful cadence of hymns, petal-plush
This is the season of Sweet Summertime

Breeze tousles treetops, stirs leafy-green sighs
Porches are perches for popsicle-snacks
Meadows are churches beneath smiling skies
Earthy pews bid worshippers to relax

Arbors are lavished with vine-woven lace
Gardens are ravished with vegetable-fare
Nothing in summer is quite commonplace
Pity the one who has no time to spare

No time to lie with ear pressed to the throb
In nature’s chest; let it soothe creature care
No time to watch butterfly flit and bob
Or to consider the lilies so fair

Come, let us cater to wanderlust’s lure
Weather the verge of the surge of farewell
Savor the flavor of summer, so pure
Tolling a swansong in each flower-bell

Soak in the silver-soft laughter of life
Cherish its brief afternoon of romance
List to the ballad of roses run rife
While Father Time and Mother Nature (slow)dance

No reason needed, dear, just sit a bit
For none can tether Time to mid-July
All one can do is to revel in it
Linger where bronze wheat fields bend with goodbye

And Queen Ann decks herself in finest lace
And Daisy dares with ‘loves-me-loves-me-not’
Where every flower-dear is fair of face
And every shower-dear a gift from God

Crinoline swish of welkin gowns brush by
Heart skips a beat; reciprocates with rhyme
While happiness soars to new July-high
Here in the season of sweet Summertime

© Janet Martin

While happiness soars to new July-high
Here in the season of sweet Summertime








Monday, July 25, 2022

Summer-sweep



With the last week of July underway
summer's swift sweep/leap is becoming increasingly tangible...

Wild grapevine climbs the fence
Bliss is a tendril caught...

Where summer brims with poetry
Like a fruit-laden plate...


The beach at dusk is grand
A speechless 'my-oh-my'
A wild, wind-wave-tossed wonderland
Of sand and sea and sky...





Wild grapevine climbs the fence
Bliss is a tendril caught
On the barbwire of consequence
Threading freedom of thought

Thought wanders, fancy free
So much to contemplate
Where summer brims with poetry
Like a fruit-laden plate

The fruit of toil is sweet
Cherry, blueberry, peach
Afternoon rolls across bare feet
Like waves across a beach

The beach at dusk is grand
A speechless 'my-oh-my'
A wild, wind-wave-tossed wonderland
Of sand and sea and sky

The sky is its own world
A burgeoning buffet
Glory's declaration unfurled
In blue-blush-swirled, mauve-gray

In ripe yellow and red
Earth echoes heaven's hymn
To overflow the garden bed
As seed and bud-berths brim

...with fresh five-star cuisine
Veggie charcuterie
Hollyhock bistros, pink and green
Beckon to honeybee

...as cricket-balladeers
Kindle tugs, bittersweet
Because we know what disappears
With each rippled tweet-tweet

Sunshine steeps soul and skin
Gold seeps into each pore
Where happiness cannot begin
To tally Delight’s score

While heights of summer pale
Like petals, bright but brief
While flower laden frigates sail
Where death is always chief

...while milestones beck and blur
Sun-sparkles on life's sea
To catch our breath before summer
Becomes a memory

...let's savour without guilt
Without apology
An afternoon spread on a quilt
Beneath a picnic-tree

© Janet Martin

...with fresh five-star cuisine


Veggie charcuterie...








Hollyhock bistros, pink and green
Beckon to honeybee...