Like a Little Porch

 ...working in the garden beneath a perfect sky in perfect temperatures with perfect...oops perfectly imperfect kids;)  makes one perfectly happy...mom.

Beneath love’s azure eye

Where cotton-ferries waft

In uncharted infinity

To ports afar, aloft

…sprawls earth; a meager dot

Where on its mutual slope

Gathers upon its mourning plot

We, journey-men of hope

Here bloom and blood-drops mesh

Here people laugh and weep

Here we suffer sorrows of flesh

Toward love’s azure deep

Here glimpses keen our thirst

For what we cannot see

Earth’s dot is like a little porch

Hinged to eternity

© Janet Martin