Showing posts with label summer poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer poem. Show all posts

Friday, August 11, 2023

August/Summer Thrills...

 Glimpses of inspiration in no particular order...

Flower- bouquets...



backyard getaways...


Leaf-jewelry, the kind that drips and glimmers in the sun...



The belly of the sky, bulging with clouds ready to break
And then they do, and oh what lovely music raindrops make...

(first video is a humorous look at what happens when I try to record something😅😂)




sorry if you get a bit sea-sick on this one...


Ps.85:12
The LORD will indeed give what is good,
 and our land will yield its harvest.

The pure and undefiled delight of watching gardens grow/glow
The stillness of a starry night, a fresh-brewed cup o’ joe
Or Windsong wafting through treetops flushed with first light of day
Or twilight softly falling blue, and brushing day away
Or splendor of the heavens as they declare faithfully
Without a word, God-given glory for the world to see

A brand-new day not tasted yet, but bursting at the seams
With moments we have never met to whet fresh hopes and dreams
The fortune, oft forgot, of commonplace workaday beat
The pleasure of a great big pot filled with good things to eat
The belly of the sky, bulging with clouds ready to break
And then they do, and oh what lovely music raindrops make

The readiness of laughter to combat life’s kick and punch
The sparrow’s friendly chatter, first-tomato-on-toast lunch
Leaf-jewelry, the kind that drips and glimmers in the sun
The air, pungent with pickling spice when pick-scrub-slice is done
Flower bouquets and backyard getaway with book and tea
The sense that every summer day is special as can be

The felled field, bowls brimming with holy answers to our prayers
The ever-earlier dimming of day, goldenrod flares
Where roadside August-arboretums humbly steal the show
Sunflowers beam, peaches and plums drip, joy-cups overflow
Composing hymns of thankfulness for gifts that August/summer spills
To kindle simple happiness that thrills and thrills and thrills
 
© Janet Martin



 bowls brimming with holy answers to our prayers...


A brand-new day not tasted yet but bursting at the seams
With moments we have never met to whet fresh hopes and dreams...



The sense that every summer day is special as can be...





Wishing you a whole new day of beautiful August thrills!
I'm off to the not so thrilling task of much-needed sticky-floor scrubbing😅

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!







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








Thursday, June 22, 2023

Sweet Season of Summer-Is

 

Happy, Happy Officially-Summer!
(I  didn't think about or look at the date yesterday
 and it didn't dawn on me till this morning that It's Summer!!!)
Also, just as a reminder, 
we no longer have the whole summer ahead of us!
We are already a day-and-a-half into it, so,
don't waste a single sparkle
 because 
all too soon
its sparkles will be
 white and frosty😅❆

Sweet season of warm, drawn-out days
Of early apricot-glazed dawn...



Of distant mist-spearmint-kissed sweeps
Fringing bucolic countryside...


Of midday picnics on the lawn...

(helping gramma with a refill)


Of rippling, rolling wheat-field seas
Crowned with welkin, azure marquee...


Of five-star cuisine, simplified
As bowls and baskets start to brim
With garden dreams and prayers come true...



Rainbow of laundry-laden lines...


Whisper of wisteria vines...


Popsicles moustaches,


...hopscotch


This was a bit of poem unfolding with the day and day unfolding with the poem...

Sweet season of warm, drawn-out days
Of early apricot-glazed dawn
And coral dusk’s lingering haze
Of midday picnics on the lawn
Beneath lush, green-leaf canopies
Of School's Out Heaven, fancy-free
Of rippling, rolling wheat-field seas
Crowned with welkin, azure marquee
Of flower-gardens running wild
Ignoring fences, frilling lanes
Of laughing, leaping barefoot child
Of dew-diamonds and daisy chains
Of distant mist-spearmint-kissed sweeps
Fringing bucolic countryside
Of raindrop-dappled, dusty streets
Of five-star cuisine, simplified
As bowls and baskets start to brim
With garden dreams and prayers come true
As thankfulness ignites a hymn
That humbly runs us through and through
As moments, soon memento-spun
Are gathered into heart-shaped vaults
Coppice-glint, silver in the sun
Splash of cartwheels and somersaults
Rainbow of laundry-laden lines
Or rural, roadside flower-shops
Whisper of wisteria vines
Popsicles moustaches, hopscotch
Where sometimes work is more like play
And sometimes after ‘playing’ hard
We take a tea-break holiday
And spread a quilt in the backyard
To revel in the sheer delight
Of summer, spilling in Real Time
Through half-shut eyes we feel its flight
Performing, like a pantomime
Where here-and-now and summers-spent
Somehow, bitterly-sweetly stir
A ballad of love and lament
Where joys and sorrows rush and blur
In summer-song, a tide that tolls
And strums the soul with smiles and tears
A wave that lifts and falls and rolls
Across Today, and disappears
Thus, no one can afford to gaze
Too long at ways we cannot thwart
Better to turn lament to praise
Better a lover, glad to court
The hour full of fleeting fronds
Of lilies, like lanterns, sunlit
Of cannonballs in turquoise ponds,
Of excuses to pause a bit
To marvel at what we might miss
Like the color of morn on leaves
The holy, unexpected bliss
That beauty-stolen breath achieves
The loveliness of letting go
Of what no one can keep, to hold
The ephemeral ebb and flow
Of petal-purple, scarlet, gold
While summer spirals like a spark
From campfires that flare and fade
Beneath star-polka-dotted dark
As expectation’s hit-parade
Chimes in belfries of hollyhock
Pink burst of  hello births farewell
Platinum lake laps, slaps the dock
Happiness; none can buy or sell
Seizes the Yellow Day that grants
Uncharted opportunity
To kick up treasure-dust and dance
To lyrics of a memory
To savor every sparkle-crumb
That falls from tables, heaven-cast
Spilling feasts destined to become
From Summer-Is, echo-repast

© Janet Martin

To marvel at what we might miss
Like the color of morn on/through leaves...





The holy, unexpected bliss
That beauty-stolen-breath achieves...


Better a lover, glad to court
The hour full of fleeting fronds
Of lilies, like lanterns, sunlit...