Showing posts with label August Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label August Poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

August Celebration

It was a brooding, gray backdrop kind of day...

Where yon billow broods and breaks,
Where the shower spills its lakes...


Where the flower-bower-toast
Thrills us to the uttermost




Where the planted furrow brims
With fruition’s harvest hymns...


(Farmer-patience is tried this year due to much rain!
The neighbor's were able to salvage the last of the straw just before today's soaker!!)


Where dust, threshed from wheat and rye
Wafts between the earth and sky...


Where cricket-minstrels repeat
Repertoires of tweet-tweet-tweet... 


Where garden has Cook beguiled
With dinner-buffets, run wild...


Last night's supper bottom right corner...grilled zucchini-rounds
topped with browned ground beef-green pepper-red onion medley


Where yon billow broods and breaks,
Where the shower spills its lakes
Where the flower-bower's toast
Thrills us to the uttermost
Where the planted furrow brims
With fruition’s harvest hymns
Where the hand of God anoints
Earth in exclamation points

Where wonder and worship meet
In climaxes, simple-sweet
Where delight and sadness spar
Where hello and farewell are
Where we revel in the bliss
Of the afternoon that is
While the gate to twilight’s star
Waits to swing softly ajar

Where dust, threshed from wheat and rye
Wafts between the earth and sky
Where cricket-minstrels repeat
Repertoires of tweet-tweet-tweet
Where garden has Cook beguiled
With dinner-buffets, run wild
Where bravado cannot stay
What no wish can keep at bay

Where hollyhock bistros buzz
With busy bee biz, because
Where each honeyed moment drips
A sparkle of August slips
From lips, fingertips, and sighs
Where before our very eyes
Heaven lends to earth a hint
Of what waits beyond Time’s stint

Where we cannot comprehend
Awesome August without end
Where goldenrod wicks are lit
Just for the sheer joy of it
Where, beyond four-seasoned tide
Rolls a summer countryside
Where death never enters thought
Mum blooms with forget-me-not

© Janet Martin

Tonight's supper...


Green Bean Casserole
2 of my bean jars didn't seal from canning this year
and because I prefer canned beans for this dish, it was the perfect side!
Comfort food on a very fallish feeling evening!


(I also use milk rather than sour cream)


Zucchini Casserole
I added a bit of ham to make it a one-dish meal
(for a 9X13 pan I used 2 more eggs and added a generous tbsp. of melted butter to the olive oil)



another recent meal fav using Swiss chard
Feta was a splurge extra 😊😋






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😅

Friday, August 4, 2023

Of August Days (we dearly love)













Where petal-rainbows run awry
Where wildflower rivers run wild
Where green fields rush to brush the sky
Where earth is like a laughing child
Where woods-lined backroads lob a lure
To poet-paradise unfurled
Where ink runs rife and font/want is pure
Where summer’s full bloom fills the world

Where treetop-whispers tune a tide
That runs beneath the brief façade
Of fruit and flowered countryside
Of field and garden-stippled sod
Where butterflies and songbirds flit
Where clover bends beneath the buzz
Of bees, too busy to just sit
And gaze a bit at what soon was

Where overhead cicadas drone
And underneath cricket-band plays
A non-stop backdrop, monotone
Heralding sweet, fleet August Days
Where a sense of impending due
Beckons us to commune with plants
To revel in hue upon hue
Of pleasure the Creator grants

To steep our senses in the joy
Of lily-lavished living-rooms
Before nature’s ordained ‘ahoy’
Snuffs waning wicks of petal-plumes
To never be too hurried to
Slow down and praise the Giver of
Each sheaf and leaf; each darling woo
Of August days we dearly love

© Janet Martin




Psalm 65

(I was going to choose just a few verses but each one is so awesome
I am sharing the whole beautiful chapter)

Praise is awaiting You, O God, in Zion;
And to You the [a]vow shall be performed.
2 O You who hear prayer,
To You all flesh will come.
3 Iniquities prevail against me;
As for our transgressions,
You will provide atonement for them.

4 Blessed is the man You choose,
And cause to approach You,
That he may dwell in Your courts.
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Of Your holy temple.

5 By awesome deeds in righteousness You will answer us,
O God of our salvation,
You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth,
And of the far-off seas;
6 Who established the mountains by His strength,
Being clothed with power;
7 You who still the noise of the seas,
The noise of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
8 They also who dwell in the farthest parts are afraid of Your signs;
You make the outgoings of the morning and evening [b]rejoice.

9 You [c]visit the earth and water it,
You greatly enrich it;
The river of God is full of water;
You provide their grain,
For so You have prepared it.
10 You water its ridges abundantly,
You settle its furrows;
You make it soft with showers,
You bless its growth.

11 You crown the year with Your goodness,
And Your paths drip with abundance.
12 They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,
And the little hills rejoice on every side.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks;
The valleys also are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, they also sing.



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!