Thursday, December 19, 2013

Isn't It Just Beautiful?





Isn’t it just beautiful; this thing that living weaves
Of ordinary dinner-hour, rain slipping from green leaves
Of moments melting summertime into a pot of gold
Before the winter gathers one more year into its hold

Isn’t it just beautiful; the rising, falling swell
Of morning-tide and vesper-sigh, of greeting and farewell
Of seasons painting pictures that we spread upon the air
Where no one else can see those master-pieces hanging there

Isn’t it just beautiful; the bitter and the sweet
As Auld Lang Syne and nursery rhyme and harvest-time compete
Of baby-kiss and child-hood bliss, of sorrow’s tender strife
Isn’t it just beautiful; these threads that weave a life

© Janet Martin

The slide-show of the deceased showed a young bride to mother to grandmother to great-grandmother. Now she rests in peace.


2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!