Of Human Interest

 Right now Ontario's highways and byways are full of fall sightseers...

But earth's highways and byways are always full of all-season sightseers

Happy Half-way through October!

There are wonders large 

...and small 

Earth boasts of God in poetry

It hosts volumes of vintage verse

In sweep of sky and land and sea

It sweetens Eden's morbid curse

Earth lisps His lines in laden vines

And cloud-designs scattered aloft

It utters sighs in butterflies

In ellipses pink-petal soft

Who has not heard, as daylight dims

A poem stirred from mist-shirred bars

Dusk sings its hymns in willow-limbs

And writes its poetry with stars

Earth’s ballads beam on gleaming hills

Where teeming flares of fall are splayed

In rhymes that spill their russet frills

Into stilled crypts where death is laid

From whence doth every morning come?

Original, like none before

Dawn is a Tome of perfect poem

Its bards can merely skim its core

Earth flaunts the poetry of God

In haunts of moss and fern and wood

Where leaves applaud and lilies nod

And we all note that ‘it is good’

Beneath the hue of heaven-blue

We minor poets nurse our yens

And will the blood of thought to bud

Into the poetry of pens

But earth exists in poetry

It does not force the Hand that writes

But cups the sea and hugs the tree

While we scavenge timeless delights  

 

Still, how much of its crux we miss

If what we see is all we see

The Author IS the emphasis

Earth simply spells His poetry

© Janet Martin

You alone are the LORD.
You made the heavens,
even the highest heavens,
 and all their starry host,
 the earth and all that is on it,
the seas and all that is in them.
You give life to everything,
and the multitudes of heaven worship you.
Neh.9:6