A slant of light enchants our sight and draws our hearts
to what we see
Where wonder wakes a thund’rous ache stirred by time’s
new reality
The birth of blooms unearths the rooms we rush toward
with bud-bred yen
As green ignites the keen delights of artist’s brush and
poet’s pen
The brook that curves through nooks that serve up
Satisfaction’s finest fare
Tosses a lure across the pure, unsullied sweep of sun-sweet
air
It snares the string that bears the sting that weaves
itself through what we’ve lost
And draws us to the awesome view of leaves on trees and
lilac-frost
The norms we craved while storms engraved their signatures
on icy panes
Burst on the scene in virgin green, crowning daydreams
with daisy chains
As sanguine boon of May and June thrills us like
Christmas Eve’s first snow
Hope is unfurled, Joy to the world spills from bells pink,
purple, yellow
Morning is like a brand new bike we ride into the set of
sun
The trails we blaze washed in a haze of happiness,
long-winter won
Where summer beams like silver streams and bare feet dash
along its banks
Where slant of light enchants our sight and fills our
hearts with holy thanks
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!