Showing posts with label Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, September 18, 2022

September Bliss

 


Bliss, sweet bliss
A book and tea
With crickets and zinnias for company...


Bliss, sweet bliss
Nigh fair as June;
September Sunday afternoon



Bliss, sweet bliss
Time cannot touch
Life's simplest pleasures we love so much


Bliss, oh sweetest
Bliss of all
Summer's chair perched on the brink of fall

~Janet Martin~


above page from the book The Shape of a Year by Jean Hersey



Sunday, July 3, 2022

Summer Sunday

 




Bored breeze tousles walnut tresses


Fancy takes a flying leap
Through blue welkin wildernesses
Dotted with fluffy cloud-sheep




Wonder wanders like a poet
Looking for Lyric to snare
Wafting winsomely as though it
Winks at ink-besotted stare


Workweek weariness forgiven
Summer-Sunday, sweet reward
Grants a glimm’ring glimpse of heaven
As lust for life is restored


Woodland cast composes music
Masterpiece of lisps and sighs


Blue backdrop for green mosaics
…Mosquitoes mar paradise


Queen Ann’s lace trims dusty collars
On earth’s summer-Sunday best

Over wheat field skims the swallow (never could quite capture the swallow)
Fledglings wrestle in the nest


Zephyr strums loose-strife and daisy


Book and reader become one


Bumbling bee hums, hazy, lazy
Melodies in monotone


Summer Sunday, sweet siesta
From six days of toil’s staid toll
Summer Sunday, fine fiesta
Rests the body, feeds the soul


Bored breeze tousles treetop tresses
Plays a soft and sleepy tune
Loveliest of happiness-es
Summer Sunday afternoon

© Janet Martin


Poem without photo-interruptions...

Bored breeze tousles walnut tresses
Fancy takes a flying leap
Through blue welkin wildernesses
Dotted with fluffy cloud-sheep

Wonder wanders like a poet
Looking for Lyric to snare
Wafting winsomely as though it
Winks at ink-besotted stare

Workweek weariness forgiven
Summer-Sunday, sweet reward
Grants a glimm’ring glimpse of heaven
As lust for life is restored

Woodland cast composes music
Masterpiece of lisps and sighs
Blue backdrop for green mosaics
…Mosquitoes mar paradise

Queen Ann’s lace trims dusty collars
On earth’s summer-Sunday best
Over wheat field skims the swallow
Fledglings wrestle in their nest

Zephyr strums loose-strife and daisy
Book and reader become one
Bumbling bee hums, hazy, lazy
Melodies in monotone

Summer Sunday, sweet siesta
From six days of toil’s staid toll
Summer Sunday, fine fiesta
Rests the body, feeds the soul

Bored breeze tousles treetop tresses
Plays a soft and sleepy tune
Loveliest of happiness-es
Summer Sunday afternoon

© Janet Martin