June-Hymn

June seemed to beg in my bonesto be turned/tuned to a hymn today... As you may have noticed over the years...I never tire of this view!Each season turns it into its own masterpiece,But June, oh, sweet, fleet Junemust be its Crown Jewel! (p.s.) the farmers have no idea of the close heed I pay in springas to what crops are being planted around me! because it greatly affects my summer-view!Seems this year I will soon be fenced in byknee-high corn by the first of July, thanks in huge part to last week's heat wave!!) And so, we smile where lunch beguiles from garden salad bowls... Where June unwinds its green-hued isles like rivers/ribbons through our souls... June always hath too short a lease; Summer’s virginityAs God unfurls a Masterpiece of bird-bloom symphony... June has too many loveliness-es to name, but we tryBecause we know how soon its comeliness yields to JulyThe moments that compose its song like music notes that brimWhere bowers cannot keep for long each lily-lifted/gifted hymn And so, we smile where lunch beguiles from garden salad bowlsWhere June unwinds its green-hued isles like rivers/ribbons through our soulsAnd takes each summer heart by storm, thrilling spectator-woesAs wild flowers begin to perform annual roadside shows June always hath too short a lease; Summer’s virginityAs God unfurls a Masterpiece of bird-bloom symphonyWhere earth is fair of face; she dances like a carefree childWhile Nature’s Magnum Opus grants a free-for-all run wild June’s laughter is contagious, kindling laughter in us tooIn spite of wars life wages and sorrows that run us throughWe find a kindly Comforter as flower-fountains spillHealing Want’s wounded wonderer/wanderer with thund’ring canticle Front porches become perfect perches for hiatusesVistas of pop-up churches births worship in all of usWhere oh-so-many pleasures leave its seekers humbly awedBy the manifold measures of the handiwork of God The earth and its fullness thereof belong to Him. AmenIn spite of mortal’s lack of love He blesses us againAnd sets to perfect timing, lilt of leaf and butterflyAnd vine labyrinths climbing trellises crowned with blue sky The busy bee bumbles from rose to rose and drinks and drinks Heedless of pollen crumbs, he nosedives into reds and pinksHeady with happiness of honey-sweet, sweet dreams, oh myHe knows that earth and heaven meet, first in June, then July June grins with lovely things like hummingbirds that dart and flitFrom plume to plume; and we delight to be a part of itPartakers of a love-song, where joy is never off-tuneBut beckons us to sing along because God gave us June © Janet Martin June has too many loveliness-es to name, but we try...