Friday, December 9, 2016


Earth is like a frozen casket
Covered in a shroud of snow
Earth is like a flower-basket
Filled with violet under-tow
Earth is like a still-life painting
Sparse, the tint from Artist’s tray
Earth is like a garden waiting
While green takes a holiday
Earth is like an open chapel
Roof of sky and latticed limb
Earth is like Bethlehem’s stable
Where we come to worship Him
Earth is like a feather pillow
Earth is like a star-strewn deep
Earth is like a blue lake billow
-ing with roses fast asleep

© Janet Martin

Happy Friday-Friday-Friday... !!!
Fifteen sleeps 'til Christmas!

Like a Phoenix

Alas, this day comes with trouble
Grief and pain as yet unborn
Hope and heartache intermingled
From time’s virgin offspring, Morn

Hallelujah, this day surges
Like a thoroughfare un-trod
Like a phoenix, it emerges
From the faithful hand of God

© Janet Martin

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Preparing For Christmas...(a tweaked re-post)

 I hope we are all affirming (once more) to make this Christmas Season a celebration of The Reason

"More birthday?" pleaded little just-turned two year old as she held out her hand, hoping for the mixer-beater slathered with Christmas yum!
(she remembered the pink-frosting beaters from her birthday cupcakes:)

 Licking the beater never loses its old-time delight!

Poinsettia for the table
China nativity
Pretty little angel
To grace the Christmas tree
Lights and lovely candles
Cast a gentle glow
Spilling golden circles
Like halos on the snow

Cookies, cakes and puddings
In volumes quite obscene
Large and tiny presents
Wrapped in bright red and green
Songs extol the season
And malls the latest rave
Excuses become reason
As dollars become brave

Stress finds brand new victims
And cheer loses its mirth
All in the preparation
For 'peace, goodwill on earth'
Shopping lists are extended
Beyond the budget’s creed
Holly, jolly merchants
Disguising greed as need

Christmas Eve descending
We brave the cold perhaps
To find within a chapel
A pew, where we collapse
My house sure looks amazing
The food, a work of art
Wouldn’t it be something
If this had been my heart?

Janet Martin

A Thank-you Verse to Each of You...

I don’t know who you are, but thank-you
From time’s precious moment-fray
You choose to use a few minutes
To visit this porch each day

Not for quaff of tea and cookies
Not for handshake’s cheering grip
But for bonds of ink-twirled passion
…for sweet poem-fellowship

Not duty-bound by strict order
You drop by, again, again
Simply to share the meek measure
Of a homespun poet’s pen

...or camera:)
 Either way,

© Janet Martin

I most certainly would set out tea and cookies if I could pass them from here to there!

I got a bag of peak-freans that my 'littles' informed me are "yuck"....
so what to do?
I'm hoping I can pass them off on a Christmas-cookie plate!
(The miracle of white-chocolate drizzle and Christmas-colored sprinkles:)