A Few More Of My Favorite Things (part 2)

Part one here...A Few of my Favorite Things

…glimpses of heaven

in gardens and children

soft socks or slippers

when winter gale howls

Old England classics

Vlasic pickles

Icicles dripping

From Sun-tickled jowls

Prize-winning posies

(there are no losers)

Work to keep busy

When worry would rue

Rag-taggle rooster

Strutting, cock-a-doodle-doo

Rise and shine, farmer

We love and need you

Bowls full of peas to pod

Holes full of puddle

Puddle full of colorful

Little boots going ‘splosh’!

Jar full of flea-bane

On sunny south window-sill

Mouth full of maybes

On a rare morning off!

Breeze bearing fragrance

Of blossom tree’s beauty

Cutie pie snuggled

In the crook of my arm

Traveling with princes

And pages and sages

Wood-fire crackling

With old-fashioned charm

Snacking on popcorn

Or packing up early

To ride a bicycle

Over the lea

Where a new day brims

On east horizon-lines

Heavy with helpings of

Of what waits to be

Clean tidy kitchen

(No sink full of dishes)

After the baking

And cooking is done

Heart full of wonder

A boy’s pocket-plunder

Cherishing joy

Of each daughter or son

One rainy afternoon

Without Duty’s diction

Clinking of teacups

Just the two of us

Weathering love’s

Bittersweet afflictions

Through fiction’s fancy

… Pride and Prejudice

Nursery Rhyme newcomers

Oh, don’t you just love ‘em?

Miss Muffet, pat-a-cake,

Twinkle, little star

Sometimes I wish

For the sake of your sweetness

That you could stay

Just the way that you are!

Red-cheeked geraniums

Faces pressed to windows

Waiting for weather

To go out to play

Cicada-drone wafting

Through hot August high-noon

Crickets crick-cricking

Sweet summer away

Frost-brittle corn fields

Tea-kettle canticle

Mossy-nook temples

And book full of poem

Backyard vacation

Simple celebration

For zinnia, rose

Portulaca and home

Bulrush Ragamuffins

And saucy, fat robins

Visions of vegetable rows

Thriving, weed-free

Wide-open windows

To let in the music

Of bird-song, leaf-guitars

And wind-symphony

Time out for talking to

Forgotten flowers

Snow-storm while supper-soup

Makes us feel whole

Moaning with gladness

At the sheer finesse

Where Beth Powning’s memoirs

Bare a woman’s soul

© Janet Martin