Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts

Monday, December 6, 2021

Pre-Winter Wind-Storm

 While we put on the tea kettle...




The wind gnaws at window sashes
Growls like a dog with a bone
Hurls and swirls russet leaf-ashes
Plastering autumn’s gravestone
Bidding stragglers to take cover
Underneath awnings that drip
With tears of a jilted lover
Burned by tamed flames of friendship
Turning ruddy, countenances
Sallow, for lack of sun’s kiss
Jeering like a rogue that dances
As if nothing was amiss
Raking treetop’s naked tresses
Shaking hatches battened down
Hoisting the hemlines of dresses
Making modest matrons frown
Where the heart like a wild stallion
Pounds like hoofs on rib-caged turf
Conscious of wraithlike rebellion’s
Rising, rolling, roaring surf
Boisterous, good-for-nothing rebel
Rattles doors with cold, hard fact
While we put on the tea kettle
And pray the roof stays intact

© Janet Martin


Jim just called to make sure I've 'battened down the hatches'!!
the ominous moan of this morning is turning into 
growling gusto...



Thursday, September 23, 2021

Acknowledgement of Fall's Wild and Wet Debut



The first day of fall flew through floodgates flung wide...


The second day is offering a brief breather before round two...







Fall flew through floodgates flung ajar
It flailed the crinkled countryside
And wailed at every bolstered door
That just the day before stood wide

Fall’s entrance drenched earth’s sanguine bars
September’s summer embers doused
No quixotic, poetic stars
In sighs by blue-eyed skies aroused

Fall roared like an enraged tigress  
Or like a savage beast set free
It tore at nature’s tousled tress
With tireless ferocity

Fall made its entrance, wet and wild
As if somehow a mild debut
Of sun-kisses on summer’s child
Would have been far too Déjà vu


© Janet Martin






Monday, May 11, 2020

Trying to Be Patient But...




Garden fingers itching
Flowers beg to bloom
We long to be stretching (shoeless)
In earth’s living-room
We are shiver-weary
Summer-ready, oh
Please, please May snow-flurry
It is time to GO

© Janet Martin

All Together Now...

All together now...let's say it and mean it!
This is the day the Lord has made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Ps.118:24

 (although most of us will admit the colour of the backdrop has ceased to be amusing
I've never in all of my almost 54 years seen anything like it!
The snow-plow just went by on May the 11th!)



We cannot sway the soundless force
Where morning spills its charge
And we are called to stay the course
With He who stays the barge

For retrospect will soon survey
Today’s proffered appeal
A medley of moments that play
A melody, surreal

Then make the most of here and now
This holy bread we break
Is more than time’s begotten chow
To thanklessly partake

This is the day the Lord has made
For rich and poor the same
To rejoice and be glad in it
And glorify His name

Then praise him all together, love
Who knows what waits to be
Where we are at the mercy of
Love's flawless majesty 

© Janet Martin


 oh well I said to Victoria...
it really does look like this is the last of it
Victoria's reply; I'll believe it when I see it'
(can't really blame her!)
Victoria's remark jolted a little add-on poem

 
I’ll believe it when I see
Sometimes glibly we reply
When bare fact and expectation
Vex us with what meets the eye

I’ll believe it when I see it
May we never dare to dare
He who all will bow before Him
When He appears on the air

Too late then for the redemption
He beckons all to receive
If we wait until we see Him
Before we choose to believe

© Janet Martin





Saturday, August 17, 2019

Poet's Whether/Weather Dilemma


Isn’t it terrible?!
I just said to myself, ‘Rats, the sun is shining’!
Why did I think that?
Because when it’s raining as it was earlier
I can write without being torn between two worlds!




Torn between green grass beneath my bare feet
Or words falling from fingertips
Torn between tasting the sun, warm and sweet
Or whisper of words on my lips
Torn between wind-song that washes aloft
Teasing the tree’s hoisted sails
Or Want still, supple, unshapen and soft
That only a poem unveils
Torn between taking the face of a flow’r
Between my hands to admire
Or turning my mind from the march of an hour
Intent on the vent of desire
Torn between inhaling rain-freshened air
Pouring an ‘all you can drink’
Or sitting stock-still on the edge of my chair
Imbibed by the meter of ink

© Janet Martin

 

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Let's Just Wait And See...



So, after getting winter-weary spring-wishers all excited a month ago because they predicted a swift, sudden mid-March spring, forecasters are now predicting a 'slower than expected start to spring in Ontario'! which makes me repeat what I always do when I hear a long-term forcast; 
"let's just wait and see" Today I read that Ontarions can perhaps expect a cooler than normal summer.  A month ago someone told me they heard we might have the hottest summer on record yet! 
I guess we;ll have to wait and see!
Today, BTW, was GORGEOUS!

Below is a delightful few lines from the book Bella Tuscany by Frances Mayes


Oh, let’s just wait and see
To guess at what may be
Is but to miss This Thing That Is
Slipping from you and me

Oh, let’s not fuss and fret
With words like What If, Yet
Let’s raise a cheer for Now and Here’s
Lithe bow and pirouette

Let loving fingers trace
This Very Present grace
Before we hold the ether gold
That softly took its place

So, let’s just smile and nod
As on we press and plod
Let’s make the best of Now’s request
And leave the rest to God



© Janet Martin