Spell for Me a Picture (A Poet's Greatest Pleasure)

Spell for me a picture

Form with font of ink

Morning mutely moving

Dark awry with pink

Whisper with word-wonder

Meadows plush with plume

Bergamot and bell-flow’r

Pouring out their bloom

Pen upon plain paper

That which steals our sighs

Paint a poem-picture

Of love’s laughing eyes

…and where fall has fallen

Press upon the page

Frozen fallow flecked with

Silvered sedge and sage

Draw for me a doorway

To a land of dreams

Where wild havens flower

Beneath sapphire streams

…and the hour tinctures

By the pow’r of word

Picture over picture

That a pen has stirred

© Janet Martin

I'm reading the journals of L.M. Montgomery.
Even in her youth she had the gift of being able to pen powerful pictures!

Free For The Looking~

Is there anything more dazzling than a sun-splashed ice-ensconced world?! 

(I know, this is kinda like looking at someone else's vacation pics after a while...

very nice but never quite like being there:-)

I feel like we were treated to a from-God-vacation to ice-land.

Melissa (daughter) is going to Iceland at the end of May. 

I just messaged her to tell her if she wants to save money she could come home right now!

(I don't think she will think my joke is very funny;-)

Before our our eyes,

Beneath our feet,

Above our heads

 What joy God took

In spreading out a paradise

Free for the taking

If we simply...

Look!

© Janet Martin

Because this ice-storm passed without the headaches of downed hydro-wires, we could simply sit back and enjoy each 'Oh-Lord-my God-when-I-in-awesome-wonder moment!

Behoovements

 On a morning like this it is not hard to 'Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise' Ps.100:4

Soon after the previous post the sun broke through the cloud-bar and I could ooh and aah to my poet-soul's content!

Since we are short on time

And long on eternity

It behooves us to employ

Life’s moments thoroughly

Since none of us can tell

How soon death’s bell will toll

It behooves us to prepare

For the home of the Soul

Since we are Here a bit

And There forevermore

It behooves us to consider

Who we are Here for

© Janet Martin

Without Second Thought...

"What are you doing", asked Matt as I stayed my post at the east window. 

"I'm hoping the sun will come up", I replied...and for sixty glorious seconds it did!!

We put bread in our mouths

And shoes on our feet

We gaze at the ways of

Life’s everyday street

We touch, taste and traverse

What blessing has wrought

We walk through dawn’s doorway

Without second thought

…we pour second coffees

We gaze far and wide

We dream and we worry

As seasons collide

In moments soft-falling

Like leaves through the air

We trample time’s grasses

And sample its fare

While God rich in mercy

Fills in all the blanks

When we are so busy

We forget to give thanks

© Janet Martin

Where We Bid Today Adieu

 Just before dusk the sun made an appearance turning earth into a glistening shrine!

Now night gathers woodland and heath

From scenes that thrill our gaze by day

As other worlds unfurl beneath

Star-littered awnings far away

And Heaven dips its brush into

Paint jars of onyx, silver-gray

As Earth becomes an avenue

Devoid of color-warped chambray

Then we shed our color too

And melt into the haunting hush

Bidding another day adieu

As it dwindles on twilight’s brush

© Janet Martin

Photos frame anemic glimpses of the real deal...