The marsh is a palace
Of wild-fashioned grace
The ditch is a princess
Decked in Queen Ann’s Lace
The air is a-titter
With cricket-bird hymn
The orchard a-glitter
With fruit-jeweled limb
The world is a canvas
Unfurled in God-art
Each hour a flower
Lent straight from His heart
The sink’s full of dishes
And bubbles and such
The prayer full of wishes
Not ready for touch
The wind is a rover
It ripples the wheat
And tickles the clover
With fancy-free feet
The shade spreads a blanket
For picnics or books
The landscape is hungry
For long second looks
Wonder dazzles Duty
Oh, how the heart sings
Surprised by the beauty
Of everyday things
© Janet Martin
Every day has a little magic!!!**********
ReplyDeleteHi!
ReplyDeleteYes, every day has its magic and all we need is to look for it! Even on the hum-drum, wow-its-hot-especially-by-the-canning-pot days!