Tuesday, March 31, 2015

What To Do!

Unwrap, untie, unfold, undo
This day will not
Return to you

Enjoy, explore, empty, embrace
This thing that
No one can retrace

Walk slow, hold on, let go, for oh
How swift the tide
Of moments flow

© Janet Martin

‘I simply do not dread any season or beg a day to haste; they all go way to fast with no moment to waste’, I remarked to hubby on the weekend as snow dashed the edges of fading day...evoking a tender ache for something I simply cannot name.

Tell me, where did March go?!

Winter will pass,

the days will lengthen,

the ice will melt in the pasture pond.

The sparrow will return and sing,

the frogs will awake,

the warm wind will blow again.

All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur-

this lovely world,

these precious days...

Charlotte, from Charlotte's Web


  1. Janet, thanks for the visit today and the kind words!
    It's always a joy to read your poetry ...you are such a prolific writer ...

  2. "evoking a tender ache for something I simply cannot name"...Me too. Your photo and poem are especially lovely. I wrote a poem called "Brevity" two years ago with a similar theme.

    1. It is on my blog in March of 2013. Both of my parents had recently passed away and brevity was a great deal on my mind. It is childlike in tone until the final stanza.


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