Of August Days

Snaring some frames to cherish long after August's adieu...even if this barely skims the surface of one of my favourite months! 💖🙏 Of kitchen saunas while an honest canning day’s work bearsJarred gratitude for veg and fruit in answer to spring’s prayers... Of splash-filled pond, finch on a frond, of dew-drop-dazzled morn... Of cob-wide grin and buttered chin while crunching yellow corn... Of dinner dreams where Option gleams with oh, so much to choose... Why so many food-photos??Because August is a month of extravagant menu options!! Of monotone cicada drone and cricket cheep-cheep-cheepOf lazy breeze ruffling lush trees with lyrics half asleepOf kitchen saunas while an honest canning day’s work bearsJarred gratitude for veg and fruit in answer to spring’s prayers Of splash-filled pond, finch on a frond, of dew-drop-dazzled mornOf cob-wide grin and buttered chin while crunching yellow cornOf pots that boast a flavour-host of garden-garnered huesOf dinner dreams where Option gleams with oh, so much to choose Of thankfulness to God who blesses seeds with sacred spoilGarden and field billow with yield; treasure from vaults of soilOf rain-song thrills as mercy spills and parched landscapes are drenchedWhere puddles lie like scraps of sky on vistas, kindly quenched Where zinnias stream and cosmos gleam like gems in August’s crownWhere gladness gapes at nature’s capes, God-stitched and gently thrownO’er hills and dells, while wonder swells in souls, speechlessly awedBy poetry of chicory, Queen Ann’s Lace, goldenrod …by cloud-pied blues as sky-wide views unfurl God’s glory-showBy hummingbird, with wing-span blurred while darting to and froBy honey bees with sticky knees, by butterflies that waftFrom fount to fount, too quick to count the number of pitstops While artists stare, seeking to snare some loveliness to frameAnd gently tease to galleries no brush or pen can claimA dust-sweet blaze of August days, that flare and fade with easeTo tug and smart in works of art entitled Memories © Janet Martin Where zinnias stream and cosmos gleam like gems in August’s crown... …by cloud-pied blues as sky-wide views unfurl God’s glory-show By hummingbird, with wing-span blurred while darting to and fro By honey bees with sticky knees, by butterflies that waftFrom fount to fount, too quick to count the number of pitstops...