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...

Ode for Summer's Poets

 

Where meals are gathered from a garden-green charcuterie

Oh my, but fresh-picked goodness garners five stars, hard to beat

In simple supper-salad satisfaction guarantee

Where summer's poets thank the Lord for poems they can eat

Where golding wheat field billows like an ocean ebbs and flows...

Where overhead the sky beckons in bottomless blue pose/prose...

Where flower gardens toss a lure, sure to delight the sigh

Of summer's poets enchanted by petaled color-splurge...

Where bees are buried to their knees inside each nectar-fount...

Where golding wheat field billows like an ocean ebbs and flows

Where rural routes are fringed with wild lupine and chamomile

Where overhead the sky beckons in bottomless blue pose/prose

To summer's poets hypnotized by ballads that beguile

Where finding happiness is easier in sweet July

Where daybreak rolls across earth’s shoreline in a coral surge

Where flower gardens toss a lure, sure to delight the sigh

Of summer's poets enchanted by petaled color-splurge

Where bees are buried to their knees inside each nectar-fount

Where there are blooms enough to satisfy the thirst of all

Where the Creator knows how to stoke a syllabic count

From summer's poets eager to compose a madrigal

Where an air of contentment settles like dew-heady dust

Where clover fields yield a perfumed playground for butterflies

Where every backroad rouses a wild streak of wanderlust

In summer's poets looking for a country paradise

Where meals are gathered from a garden-green charcuterie

Oh my, but fresh-picked goodness garners five stars, hard to beat

In simple supper-salad satisfaction guarantee

Where summer's poets thank the Lord for poems they can eat

Where we hop out of bed to watch the sun come up at five

Where we linger till ten to feel dusk’s symphony immerse

Our senses, where best reasons we are glad to be alive

Keen summer's poets pressed for time to tame them into verse

Where July is an arms-wide-open, welcome-home embrace

Where shadow-pools beneath the maple tree are dark and deep

Where lavish looms spin lilies, lavender and Queen Ann’ s lace

While summer's poets smile and snare fond mementos to keep

© Janet Martin

Where we linger till ten to feel dusk’s symphony immerse

Our senses,...

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!

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😂💓