Garden's of Sod and Soul

I think I know just a little of what an artist feels as they survey a fresh canvas; 

the thrill of anticipation as sounds and colors of a picture not painted yet, keens one's senses.

Bare feet dash and pitter-patter

Children laugh and chitter-chatter

Vesper of the meadow-lark

Tunes dusk’s dust-sweet ‘getting dark’

Sigh of summer-happiness

Quivers in the poplar tress

Wakes an ache within the heart

For Farewell’s collected art

For the tincture on yon tray

Rife with pictures held at bay

Where time-shares of joy and strife

Wait to paint pieces of life

Where the garden’s gray-brown sheens

Waits to wear fresh collard/colored greens

Yellow squash and red tomato

Carrot orange, white potato

Where, for all our wish and whim

Bud holds folds that flare and dim

Where the feet that pitter-patter

Where the carefree chitter-chatter

Soon will tune the tender part

In the garden of the heart

Where the canvas of the land

Waits beneath the Painter’s hand

Where gardens of soul and sod

Trust the Providence of God

© Janet Martin

 And God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, 

and fruit trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, 

each according to its kind, on the earth.” 

And it was so. 

The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, 

and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, 

each according to its kind. 

And God saw that it was good. 

Gen. 1:11-12

And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. 

You shall have them for food. And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, 

I have given every green plant for food.” 

And it was so. 

Gen.1:29-30