Of Rush Hours and Road Flowers

After this road we’re on that runs beneath the rise and set

Of sun; and dallies into valleys cupped between green hills

Where wind-song ruffles willows and the dog chases the cat

And dusk offers a front row seat to lark and cricket trills

…and May is like maiden with a new spring dress to wear

And October is laden with harvest and thankfulness

And December makes memories for children everywhere

As Christmas stirs the child in us to fear a little less

After this road we're on that spawns the rush hour of leaves

And yawns into The Great Unknown where joy and weeping waits

While we marvel at mercies shaped in morning-melodies

Or bindweed bells entwining dells with long-forgotten gates

 After this road we’re on that flowers with life’s highs and lows

…the blue and gold of laughter and the gray of grief and pain

Where to and fro across this globe bent with kisses and blows

We rally as we sally onward to a higher Plain

After this road we’re on that maps time’s mortal moment-sum

After the last mile that runs to and through the setting sun

I’d like to think the first words we will hear will bid us come

“Enter, Thou good and faithful servant, welcome home, well done”

© Janet Martin

I was going to video the sleek motionless drop of the sun last night when suddenly it seemed like rush hour on the highway...so, here is a little of what was a rather noisy sunset:)

Happy Friday, all.
I am in the process of making a meal for someone whose loved ones are 'rallying' as they sally' forth...their loved one (a son, hubby and young daddy) His name is Jason...is on day 18 of  chemo treatments!! 2 more after today.

My friend Diane starts her chemo-treatments today.
Please pray for her and her husband Steve. (hard, hard times!!)