It's really cold today...the kind of day when one could feel housebound but there are lots of little life-love-notes to enjoy...
Hot-chocolate-hot granola toasts...
peek-a-boo, I love you...
I love the way time fills its tray
With graces that beguile
And bends the common wend of day
And faces into smile
I love the art of human heart
It spills its sympathies
And blurs the mundane curves of life
Into a masterpiece
I love the noise of girls and boys
Oh, do not hush their play
Too soon its men and women tune
The harps time gave away
I love the sound of seasons wound
Through echoes of so-long
It takes the memories we make
And turns them into song
I love the sigh of soulful ‘why’
Though it vexes thought’s stare
It teaches us to fold our reach
And turn it into prayer
© Janet Martin