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Monday, February 3, 2020

February...



do you notice the heart in the above frost-fretwork?! sweet!

You paint the windows with feathered abandon
Frost field and fell with soft yellow and blue
One day a wild thing untethered and random
The next a stunning still-life avenue  

You mark the hour with cotton-ball flowers
Pummel with pillows a landscape at rest
You spark a sonnet with snow-stenciled bowers
Steal our breath with beauty’s brumal best

You draw us nearer to that dear exodus
When the bud breaks beneath Time’s pulsing push
You are the shearer of woolly white stratus
Tucking the earth beneath dazzling plush hush

You make the miser forget about money
If but for a moment, with geysers of gold
Your five-star meal of fresh-baked bread and honey
Makes us feel happy, whether young or old

You ready us for love’s headier romance
Highlights and low-blows, a mixed company
You form a frigid mosaic with moments
Warmed by a kettle-song’s afternoon tea


© Janet Martin






2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!