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

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

Peony-June


Peak peony-blooming time and longevity
 depends a lot on the temperatures of June.
This year's moderate to slightly cooler temps 
will hopefully vibrantly extend the much anticipated lifespan 
of our beloved peony!

Here is an attempt to share
a bit of pink petal-pleasure with you.
Enjoy!





Many a face has been buried deep in your perfumed bloom
Many a burdened carried then lost in your ruffled loom
Many a heart has been lifted, and many a witness awed
And many a bouquet gifted straight from the hand of God

Many a poem has thundered, many a poet been born
Many a marvel wondered while praising thy lovely form
Many a prayer has been murmured, and many a care set free
In thee, plush harbinger of summer, in thee, pretty peony

Many a gladness kindled, and many a sadness cheered
Many an atheist humbled by many a Beauty endeared
Where many a bud has broken and many a posy has strewn
Many a petal-pink token of many a peony-June

© Janet Martin











Care's Counterbalance...Creator's Kindness



Let's pray in these times-like-never-before 
where nations are turning from God like never before
that we who believe commit to seeing, hearing, obeying,
relying on and worshipping Him like never before...

Many are the witnesses of faith we may look to for courage, chiefly Jesus!!

Heb.12:1-2
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,
 let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us,
 and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,
 2looking unto Jesus, the [a]author and [b]finisher of our faith,
 who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, 
despising the shame, and has sat down 
at the right hand of the throne of God.

When we delight in the beauty of creation
it is not hard to believe that our Creator God is awesome above all else!!





Isaiah 46:9
Remember the former things of old:
for I am God, and there is none else; 
I am God, and there is none like me,





Sometimes life’s woes could blind us to God’s kindnesses unfurled
To counterbalance creature cares in a care-laden world
He tunes heaven and earth with boons too manifold to count
He woos us to drink deeply from June’s leaf and flower fount

Where once again He clothes the land with garb of seed and bud
To manifest His evidence, creation shouts His name
To quench credence to atheism’s cold and calloused claim

He comforts us with colours only His thought can compose
And sweetens Heaven-hunger with reason only He knows
Where each season showcases masterpieces, mercy-lent
Where nothing in this world replaces Goodness, mercy-bent

To well in us, in spite of aches and pangs that sting and press
A worship-bidden, wonder-smitten hymn of happiness
Of reverence and honour to He from Whom blessings pour
To awe and cheer us onward to the joy still set before

...to capture our attention with surprises full of grace
To lavish wounds of learning with fond glimpses of His face 
To never let life blind us to He who is kind and good
Whose invisible qualities are clearly understood

© Janet Martin



Rom.1:20
For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—
his eternal power and divine nature—
 have been clearly seen, 
being understood from what has been made, 
so that people are without excuse.

Oh God!!! May I/we never live
 unawed!



Friday, June 9, 2023

June Love-song

This poem was inspired by a text I received from Jim (hubby)
this morning at 6:15 😍


Well, what better way to start the day
than a hymn extoling June and its Creator?!!

A lupine-appliqued blanket gloriously unfurled...

On gentle raindrop waltzes,...
(we are rain-jewel thirsty in southern Ontario!
This morning a few gems fell)




Your flower-pot-prettied porches,
(The blue pot from my sister for my birthday)💖


I love your bachelor-buttoned blue...


your peony-pink, oh...


I love to be breath-taken by fields, white with daisy-snow...


I love the way you wind your brooks through nooks and crooks of earth...


How each new day you toss a lure of pure June-happiness
To life’s care-laden thoroughfare, where awed wonder gives birth
To picnic-humble platitudes of joy and thankfulness...




…and frisky foals,
(below photo May, before the smoke haze was quite as dense as it is now)

This poem is a collection of delights from the first week of June
(except for 'the blue-sky afternoon!)
This year June-blue skies have been obliterated by smoky haze
due to many forest fires!
Our thoughts and prayers are with those directly affected
and esp. the many who are battling the blaze!

***

I love you, June. Ah, you must be the jewel in time’s crown
A lupine-appliqued blanket gloriously unfurled
A green pasture and still water tableau, hayfields, fresh mown
Each garden, like a bit of Eden in a broken world

I love you, June. Your early daybreak, and dusk’s lingering sigh
Your purple wild-phlox rivers pooled where highways run between
Your flower-pot-prettied porches, fledglings, learning to fly
I love your backdrop rich with every nameless shade of green

I love your bachelor-buttoned blue, your peony-pink, oh
And how each tree-top plays a perfect, leaf-lush hymn of praise
I love to be breath-taken by fields, white with daisy-snow
(Thank God, nature is oblivious to mankind’s godless/thoughtless ways)

I love the way you wind your brooks through nooks and crooks of earth
How each new day you toss a lure of pure June-happiness
To life’s care-laden thoroughfare, where awed wonder gives birth
To picnic-humble platitudes of joy and thankfulness

Thank-you God, for Your faithfulness where our faithfulness fails
Thank-you God, for your mercies and your Word to keep hope strong
Thank-you God, for the season that lavishes and regales
Long-barren breadth; your handiwork bursts into bloom and song

I love you June, the way you cheer a world with much amiss
You gild the lily-chalice with dew-diamonds, wonder sups
On gentle raindrop waltzes, on sweet, red strawberry kiss
On meadows, flaunting fleabane stars and yellow buttercups

…and frisky foals, and flocks of sheep; hollyhock sentinels
Wisteria-woven awning beneath blue-sky afternoon
And ageless Anne-of-Green-gable-like thrills where laughter swells
As a world full of kindred spirits sing, 'I love you, June'

...no one can copyright the beauty God alone bestows
Ah, June is like a showcase where masterpieces abound
To frameless canopies, where the Artist's brushstrokes compose
Roses and hummingbirds, sweet summer breaking holy ground 

© Janet Martin

Great are the works of the LORD;
they are pondered by all who delight in them.

Anne of Green Gables






Monday, June 5, 2023

June Boon

June as always is brimming with nature's boon...

June tosses lures Peony-pure...

like peering into iris-trove...


...like lolling in arboretums
where hollyhock and clematis
and wisteria whisper, oh




like lingering in knee-deep drifts
of silver dandelion-snow...

like letting waves wash Want away...



...like twilight's slow release





June tosses lures Peony-pure
Delight. Backdrops of flawless hue
invite us to earth’s banquet room
of carpet green, and awning blue
to be honored partakers of
nature’s guiltless pleasure-buffet
like peering into iris-trove
like letting waves wash Want away
like sipping the sunny-sweet breeze
like honey-bees, heady with crumbs
of pollen sticking to our knees
like lolling in arboretums
where hollyhock and clematis
and wisteria whisper, oh
like lingering in knee-deep drifts
of silver dandelion-snow
like standing stock-still mesmerized
by ruby-throated hummingbird
like being agelessly surprised
by nature’s rhythms undeterred
like robin as it sings for rain
like midnight’s wildlife rendezvous
as gardeners start to complain
about what naughty rabbits do
where delights are the dearer, for
the verge where always troubles lurk
where June is like a troubadour
and toil can hardly be called ‘work’
where pools of shade, second to none
hail us for high-noon holiday
and the school-year is nearly done
where children shout hip-hip-hooray
and buses breathe sighs of relief
and drivers too; (do I hear ‘yes!’?)
where zephyrs tickle verdant leaf
that tickles hearts with happiness
where a communion-wafer moon
serenades twilight’s slow release
where heaven on earth must be June
and June must be Time’s Masterpiece

© Janet Martin



like standing stock-still mesmerized
by ruby-throated hummingbird...



Thursday, June 30, 2022

Ode to June


Life's busyness just doesn't allow for all the June poems that beg to be written...
but one final ode to June as its farewell tugs on heartstrings,
in spite of July joy waiting at dawn

June is a flower-friendly lease...

...a strawberry lover's paradise

...a freedom-elated school-boy

June is the tempo of bare feet
June is the laughter of a child...





June is the perfect centerpiece
In the living-room of a year...


June joins the ranks where ages rest
A quick collage of memories
Like pansies, between pages pressed
Like madrigals of peonies
While gardens reach toward the sky
While mornings roll toward July
While all the while we my-oh-my
At how time flies with ease

Like a plot decked with petals strewn
Like a teapot, tipped, poured and drained
June spills and fills each afternoon
With gold and green and blue unchained
While days and dreams mingle and merge
While shadow-breakers ebb and surge
Across shorelines of sun-glossed verge
Of what yet waits to be

June stuns the soul with poetry
Strawberry-lovers’ paradise
June is a leaf-lush canopy
A backdrop splashed with butterflies
June is part ballad and part waltz
Blip of cartwheels and somersaults
June is a woman without faults
Save one; Her swift demise

June is the tempo of bare feet
June is the laughter of a child
June is a love song, bittersweet
As clocks and hollyhocks run wild
A bubble on a breeze, ahoy
A freedom-elated school-boy
Lithe, and leaping from joy to joy
All reason reconciled

June is a flower-friendly lease
Of pure contentment now and here
June is the perfect centerpiece
In the living-room of a year
June is dusk’s long-lingering flight
June is daybreak while it is night
June is the bull’s eye of delight
And farewell’s fondest tear

© Janet Martin