Part Four;Of A Few More of My Favorite Things

Eeks...one more?! Cause this poem is a little like this winter... it just keeps on giving! but,

I’m gonna stop now…

Jim/hubby told me when I called him tonight, I’m worse than a long-winded preacher!😊

And that gave me the line I was looking for at the time…a sunset that preaches!

Anne of Green Gables

And picnic tables

Heaped high with freshly picked

Beans to preserve

Stratus-cloud artistry

On a blue heaven-sea

Beauty unrivaled

Purely undeserved

(listen for the crack of an aluminum bat near the end...some children playing ball in a field:)

April woods ringing with

Spring-peepers singing

Crack where a ball

And the bat’s sweet spot meet

Bird-feeders granting

Delight so enchanting

Rainbow of feather-friends

Squabble and eat

Home-sweet-home’s Comfortable

Sense of belonging

Old granite dishes

A soak in the sun

Hard work, soft zephyrs

Wide, worn verandas

The feeling you get

From a job well done

Forget-me-not fairylands

Waking girlhood again

Wildflower wander-lanes

Like a postcard

Sisters being silly

An orange tiger-lily

The face that you made

When you ate raw rhubarb

Books without covers

Because they were loved so

Hummingbird hov’ring

At a nectar-fount

Wonder that renders

That blund’ring tongue speechless

 …too many blessings

To begin to count

Antique alarm clocks

Smooth, wave-washed river-rocks

Sassy-faced pansies

Of purple-gold swirls

Maple-sweet drizzle

On pancakes still sizzling

Bengal spice tea

For us ‘middle-stage’ girls

Foxy fedoras

Deep red gladiolas

Wispy half-willow leaf

Quilts spread on green sod

A sunset that preaches

A toddler that teaches

A whisper that reaches

From us up to God

Big yellow hello

Filling east-faced windows

Russet-leaf cartwheels

From summer-song spent

The end of the couch

That they knows is ‘mom’s corner’

Family all home

Her heart fully content

Woodpile replenished

Roads home from the dentist

Campfires, snow-tires

Stored in the shed

One second diamonds

As they jump off the dock-end

Moon on the water

And me in my bed

© Janet Martin