Sweet Summer (part 1)

Welcome, sweet summer! Ps.19: part of verses 4 and 6In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun......nothing is deprived of its warmth.Sweet summer, with so much to love we hardly know where to begin… Where heady scent of fresh-mown hay hangs heavy on dawn’s dewy hush/brush... Where countless hues of green imbue the rolling view, leafy and lush... I love the calm after a storm, thunders through twilight like a trainLeaving behind a dazzling world, adorned with jewelry of rain... Sweet summer, with so much to love, each day feels like precious flingAs earth and its fulness thereof begins to laugh, and leap and singWhere heady scent of fresh-mown hay hangs heavy on dawn’s dewy hush/brushWhere countless hues of green imbue the rolling view, leafy and lush Sweet summer’s thoroughfare is frilled with flowers, wonderful and wildThe garden bears the eager, carefree, banter of a bare foot childTree canopies cast cooling pools of shadow play across the yardAgainst the wall behind the house, handsome hollyhocks stand on guard I love the calm after a storm, thunders through twilight like a trainLeaving behind a dazzling world, adorned with jewelry of rainI love the caroling of songbirds welcoming the day, still darkI love the sounds of children playing in the splash pad at the park In sweet summer we slow our pace lest we miss beauty to beholdWhere duty’s never-ending chase runs through joys that never grow oldBeneath the arbor lavished with fragrant, purple wisteria-sighThrough puddles on the laneway, strewn like mirror-fragments, full of sky Sweet summer, with so much to touch and taste and smell and see and doAh, ‘what is man?’ we cry to He who runs awe’s happy wonder throughWith strawberry and cherry bliss pleasing palates of everyoneWith wheat fields billowing like oceans turning gold beneath the sun Sweet summertime, when life is like a gift we open every mornIts misty wrapping melts like butter over gleaming fields of cornAnd we are glad with simple things like picnic basket’s smorgasbordA pleasure fit for queens and kings, that everybody can afford Sweet summer, tugging us between task and basking in pools of shadeContent with a good book and glass of iced coffee or lemonadeWhere days flit by like butterflies, where school doors close and scholars grinSweet summer, with so much to love we hardly know where to begin… © Janet Martin Sweet summertime, when life is like a gift we open every morn Its misty wrapping melts like butter over gleaming fields of corn... Beneath the arbor lavished with fragrant, purple wisteria-sigh... With wheat fields billowing like oceans turning gold beneath the sun...