Taking/Making Time For God's Poetry

this time of year a sunny, country laundry day

that doesn't smell farm-fresh/ aka manure😊

is a treat to be enjoyed!

 some of this laundry is re-laundered from some days ago because

we didn't feel like smelling farm-fresh AFTER a shower😀

also, if ever there was a time

when cleaning seems less urgent

it's in these days of stay-home-social-distancing!

So, I really couldn't come up with a good reason not

to enjoy at leisure, the great outdoors for a while!
Pure delight!

(if I did dare to point out any flaws/flies in the pudding

they would would be white, fluffy and frosty

 creating the need for warm boots, mittens and parka...in MAY!

yes, it is a bit of a chilled thrill today...

Let’s bend unwritten rules

About workaday week

Time unravels a sky-high spool

 Even now, as we speak (or read)

The theater of earth

Is primed with em’rald bliss

Nature is a showcase of birth

To wonder-full to miss

Let’s change the way we are

Into a gentler poem

Let’s duck beneath Duty’s high-bar

And take the green way home

Let’s pause beside the brook

That chortles to the sea

And take a longer, ling’ring look

At God-breathed poetry

Let’s take at most, some tea (or coffee:)

And leave the clock behind

While studying the scenery

That authors peace of mind

What if, when looking back

To view Past’s soldered sums

We didn’t ever stop to snack

On Heaven’s cookie-crumbs

What if all that Thought sees

When mortal bark is shored

Is forfeited epiphanies

On wonder’s smorgasbord

Ah, who could bear to view

Such life-consuming loss

Because all we were faithful to

Was workload’s albatross

So before ties that bind

Us 'neath the sullen sod

Let’s purpose ev’ry day to find

The poetry of God

Let's keep wants simple, hon
And trust implicitly
He who knows it takes rain (or snow) and sun
For perfect poetry

© Janet Martin