Welcome! Day Three of Summer...
The first day of summer was almost perfect...
I say 'almost' because it seems in life/love there is ALWAYS
a 'fly in the pudding', right?
Sisters💖
Melissa came home for her first visit this year (because of the pandemic)
then someone's truck broke down and Jim needed to work on Sunday, cutting our visit
a little short because we needed to drive her home on Sunday morning instead of later in the day..
Our whole family was together at last...except Matt; He was at his buddy's wedding...
so we learn to commit to treasuring the moments
that slip through our fingers like sun-sparkles on water
A little like a wave that rolls across the land and
leaves
Behind a wake of wonder spent on petal-wings and sheaves
And echo-sparkles, strewn like diamonds on a dusty path
Where wafts the mist of sun-kissed days in summer’s
aftermath
A little like a dream come true but reality-warped
As avenues of green and blue turn bronze and heat-wave scorched
While we are humbly smitten by God’s mercies, new each
morn
Where silver gleams the rippling surf of barley-fields
and corn
A little like a front porch perch as we lean to behold
A panoramic surge of oceans, purple, pink and gold
Where hills, wild-flower frosted flare and fade and none
can tame
The tide that spills across earth’s shoreline; summer is
its name
A little like the blur of childhood after it is spent
A mosaic of moments molding bittersweet lament
Where what so long we hungered for is caught upon a swell
Of turquoise-tinted fervor always ending in farewell
Then dawdle in the dreamland that cold, winter nights
compose
And give yourself permission to be beguiled by a rose
And loiter by the bank that brims with daisy-hymns and
such
Before the hour, like the flower falls prey to time’s
touch
Drink deep; the dewy dazzled dawn is like a fount of
stars
Walk on the water of front lawns to flower-frothed sand-bars
And wade, waist-deep through afternoons that soon will
not exist
Snare summer’s sunshine-wine in flasks for winter to
untwist
Dare to be carefree, for a little even while we bear
(Because of love’s Thereof)
its steady, sweaty weight of care
Do not wait for a Better Day to treasure now and here
Because with ev’ry cheep and chirp summer will disappear
A little like a pang piercing asunder heart and soul
A little like a bulging pocket with a little hole
A little like a rhapsody half-written and released
A little like a photograph, faded and fondly-creased
The Hand that gifts the sands of time and sifts its ebb
and flow
Helps us to hold but not to cling, to love and then let
go
So then, when Summer slips beyond the reach of glossy
leaf
A hint of peach will linger to sweeten her loss and
grief
© Janet Martin
