Spring Adieu and Summer Hello

Spring wanders from the beaten path

Feet follow, where its aftermath

Is snared in campion bouquets...

Of almost Eden’s verdant sheaf

Of breezes tumbling leaf to leaf...

Of early-morn and late-dusk clock

Of arbors flanked by hollyhock...

Spring wanders from the beaten path

Feet follow, where its aftermath

Is snared in campion bouquets

In daisy chains and rose sachets

Where mint and chamomile are caught

Like artwork in a glass tea-pot

Where buttercups and fleabane stroll

Along the lane, up grassy knoll

To play ‘mongst Canterbury bells

‘neath bottomless blue-sky inkwells

And time is like a poem-book

A rhyme in every nook and crook

Of almost Eden’s verdant sheaf

Of breezes tumbling leaf to leaf

Of early-morn and late-dusk clock

Of arbors flanked by hollyhock

While laughter, like a butterfly

Bobs bloom to bloom with lilt and sigh

While gardens and picnics beguile

While summer-lovers smile and smile

© Janet Martin

a bit of feather-color at the feeders today

(Not quite as clear because I take the pictures through a screen)

Dear June (A Love Poem/ Song)

You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.

Song of Solomon 4:7

I LOVE every season but I confess

I love winter mostly because of how it sweetens the dream-to-reality of June💖

My new middle-age passion is camp-fire cooking

inspired in large part by these enchanting videos on Country Life Vlog

Wow! We are already over one third through June's joy-opportunities!

June rambles through primed rosebuds with a raindrop song and dance

It ambles along laneways lighting purple wild-phlox lamps...

Green halos garnish arbors...

 and blue heavens crown each hill...

And from a vault of meadowland wildflower-jewels spill...

June dots the countryside with cattle herds...

... and flocks of sheep

June rambles through primed rosebuds with a raindrop song and dance

It ambles along laneways lighting purple wild-phlox lamps

Green halos garnish arbors and blue heavens crown each hill

And from a vault of meadowland wildflower-jewels spill

June rushes like a river made of beauty to behold

Of mesmerizing backdrops as dusk lingers, pink and gold

Of brooks luring bare feet, of dreamers drawn to dredge the deeps

Of darling nooks in curves and crooks of panoramic sweeps

Of temptation to trespass in a field of buttercups

Of peering into posy-bistros while bumble-bee sups

Of loitering in the fine company of flowers, oh

And forgetting just what it was that once we wished for so

June shimmers like a lily full of dew and morning sun

Gazillion diamond-glitters frilling fronds daintily spun

The willow is a minstrel and the chestnut tree a queen

At dusk translucent tinsel shines where dandel’ns had been

June rolls its verdant avenues out to banks, ethereal

The orchard sheds blush tutus for ranks more imperial

Cumulus masterpieces exhibit a grand buffet

Where beauty needs no thesis to prove perfect disarray

Where branches burgeon with gilt notes of noon-day lullabies

Where nature’s inkless lyrics lilt and float in leafy sighs

Where you are altogether beautiful in every way

Dear June, I thank thy Maker for thy loveliness today

June ushers in the season kissed by winter’s darling dreams

Where joy and happiness exist in sync, where gladness streams

Where everywhere one looks, one feels unworthy of it all

Pretty petal percussion peals from belfries one stem tall

June dots the countryside with cattle herds and flocks of sheep

The bard in all of us is stirred by what no one can keep

The die of destiny is cast; past woos new memories

Where June always fades far too fast; daisies bob in the breeze

© Janet Martin

June rolls its verdant avenues out to banks, ethereal

The orchard sheds blush tutus for ranks more imperial

Cumulus masterpieces exhibit a grand buffet

Where beauty needs no thesis to prove perfect disarray

Pretty petal percussion peals from belfries one stem tall...

June rushes like a river made of beauty to behold

Of mesmerizing backdrops as dusk lingers, pink and gold

As Long As Life Has Flowers We Will Never Un-kissed Be

 In Ontario it is iris, peony and lupine season...

...among others

Gerbera Daisies

Columbine

Spiderwort

Clematis

Every flower-lover is in constant awe at the myriad intricacies of each flower

designed by our Creator

The above beauties,

 plus Brenda's post,

plus this morning's devotion

...inspired today's poem

(it can be interpreted as written either about flowers or people.

God's love/beauty poured through us)

As long as life has flowers, we will never friendless be

God decorates earth’s bowers with such pleasant company

He stirs our hearts to leap with praise where oft a bloom beguiles

Us to marvel at countless ways that the Creator smiles

The loom within the bud unravels wonder, crease by crease

A miracle of fragile petals forms each masterpiece

Like symbols of kind pardon, beauty startles trouble’s plain

Glimpses of Eden’s Garden gild hill, hollow, field and lane

All things are possible with He who designs every fold

And strews to earth a starry sea of wonders to behold

Forbid one looks but misses mercy’s autographs of grace

God smiles and blows His kisses to us in each flower-face

© Janet Martin

Luke 12:27
Consider how the lilies grow: 

They do not labor or spin. 

Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory 

was adorned like one of these.

Thou Fairest Bower Of Them All...

 Because I have a photo for almost every line it was hard to choose just a few...

Thou winsome, wonderworld of gnomes

Of fairy-hunts ‘neath mushroom domes...

Of woman, always girl at heart

And girl awed at Creator’s art...

Of buds that burst...

...with perfect pink

Of cloud-piers immersed in God’s ink...

Thou that didst heap upon our hearts

The joy that only June imparts

Thou that didst drench the dell with blooms

And turn backyards to living-rooms

And probe the planted seed to birth

Where hints of heaven deck the earth

As thou didst overflow our gaze

With nature’s myriad of praise

Thou, belle of beauty and delight

That doth our dearest dreams recite

That never holds summer at bay

But flings ajar its hip-hooray

With copious color-pizzazz

A symphony of petal-jazz

With bowls we skim thy verdant sheaf

Of buttercrunch and spinach leaf

Thou winsome, wonderworld of gnomes

Of fairy-hunts ‘neath mushroom domes

Of woman, always girl at heart

And girl awed at Creator’s art

Of buds that burst with perfect pink

Of cloud-piers immersed in God’s ink

Of picnics packed on sudden whim

Of dusk, reluctant to grow dim

Thou fairest bower of them all

Thou flower-fragrant festival

A sun and shadow rendezvous

Of greenest green and bluest blue

Of longest day that slips away

Too fast to casts of yesterday

Thou dost spill with such subtle ease

Thy breathless thrill to memories

© Janet Martin

A symphony of petal-jazz...

With bowls we skim thy verdant sheaf

Of buttercrunch and spinach leaf...