On Blooming Where We're Planted

 Life is a blend of oohs and aahs and blues and blahs

Bloom where you’re planted

Don’t be disenchanted

By what God has granted

Whether gold or gray

The boon of an hour

Is like a noon shower

Or bud swooned to flower

Soon withered away

Time is a garden

Live, laugh, love, my darlin’

For we do not know when

Our last bloom will fade

And all that will linger

Of summer and winter

Are tender-sweet whispers

Of memories made

So bloom where you’re planted

And don’t take for-granted

The everyday banter

Of duty-bent trust

For soft slips the season

Its rhyme and its reason

A vexing profusion

Of diamonds and dust

© Janet Martin