Where blue deep meets blue height
And wild blooms sweep each knoll
And streets are sand where hand in hand
Sweethearts and children stroll
Where song of sea and bird
And sigh of sleepy breeze
Delights the bystander to time
With melded melodies
The measure of tick-tock
Deploys but does not rule
It fills its nooks with tea and books
And twilight’s purple pool
The wherewithal of days
A splash of silver swell
As ripples break across a lake
Then fade into farewell
© Janet Martin
'Sea' you soon
(taking a little blogging siesta:)
...because summer is fading fast
and soon its lot of bloom is cast
and soon we will look back once more
to hear its echoes lap a shore
that slipped from gladsome grip to where
only our thought can
stand
and stare
...to scenes dearly beloved
that summer filled and felled
ere deep and utter whispers
of
Laughter and longing meld
Here is a peek into why I have barely touched a book, a bike or a cup of tea so far this summer...
but I have had more than my fair share of hugs and kisses,
and sound, sound sleeps that only complete exhaustion gifts;-)
Yesterday this little girl declared, Oh Janet, I love it SO much at your house!
Sometimes I think there is just nothing bad in you..."I reassured her that, 'oh yes there is but her words make me happy all the same and I'm so glad she loves it here!'
... moments money and long bike rides cannot buy:)
We played 'Laura Ingalls' and pretended we were pioneers...
while we podded peas
...played with Baby
...and 'Pa' prepped lunch:)
...but we all need a break from time to time so here's to hopefully
a bit of book-bike-tee-tea time;-))
between baby-bouncing-on-my-knee, of course!!
Something like this;
Softly to the Sea
(I'm SO in love with this artists music and photography!)
