The Full Gamut...of Love

 For all the reluctance that some letting go sparks

there is always a whole gamut of new thrills waiting to be

held, if ever so briefly!

So then love and let go;

Life is sure to bestow

Fresh wonder-filled hellos

To buoy and to bless

A flowerful ‘oh my’

Cloud-pontoons drifting by

June yielding to July’s

Imminent happiness

A school-boy with a pup,

Sun-sparkly buttercup

A mug to refill up

With daybreak’s favourite brew

Innocence of a child,

Vagabond blooms run wild

And duty’s march beguiled

By beauty’s howdy-dee-do

Oatmeal cookie, mint tea,

A good book’s company

Slow teal song of the sea

Melting over bare feet

Smiles to hold back love’s tears

Where don’t-blink balladeers

Dance on what disappears

Like amber fields of wheat

Miss Mischief, halo-crowned

Small sorrows, laughter drowned

Leaf-lays that kinda sound

Like far-off waterfalls

Big shoes and little lads

(The wake-up call for dads)

An afternoon of ‘glads’

That deck sweet summer’s halls

The almost supper hour

The leaning shadow-tow’r

The promise of a flow’r

From earth’s bud-laden trove

Un-expectation’s bans

In sudden change of plans

The Faithfulness that spans

The full gamut of love

© Janet Martin

Barter

by Sara Teasdale 1884-1933

Life has loveliness to sell,
   All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder in a cup.

 Life has loveliness to sell, 

 Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
   Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

 Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.