A Sing-song of Sorts

Sometimes, when ice-filigree

Tries to get the best of me

Offering on offering

Of cold on cold, I sing

…and sing

I sing of barefoot little boy,

Of pansy-grin or coffee joy

Winter tracing bracken nook

Milk-weed lining muted brook

I sing of laughing lass with curls

Brides with dreams, Young men with girls

Of lover and his love is mine…

I sing of summer and sunshine

Memory-quilts stitched on the air

Lily-lilt frozen somewhere

Heaven-hope and rose-romance

Wild-bloom slope and daisy-dance,

Darling hellos and goodbyes

Morning melting midnight skies

Merchants pushing laden carts

Market-places, broken hearts

Lone leaf scuttling up a street

Long past noon-day’s hurried feet

Spiraling of thought on thought

I sing of forget-me-not

Rambling river, vesper-trill

Moonlight halo on a hill

Moment-might and mighty men

Poems pouring from a pen

Bastion of prayerful heart

God and nature’s endless art

I sing of a garden-gate

Where spring’s first bud-jewels wait

Shadows blue on twilight-shroud

Rain-song dripping from a cloud

Oh, and winter’s vast off-spring

Snow on snow on snow…I sing

© Janet Martin

Sunlight seeps cold gold today...