In Case You Wonder

Love is poetry

waiting to be written...

The way of phrases wafts in blush appeal

In plush apparel of fresh-fallen snow

In precious hideaways of think and feel

In surge of seasons as they come and go

What may appear, to critic’s glance 

Quite elementary 

Of lines, winnowed from circumstance 

And tamed to poetry 

What may to some seem a sad waste 

Of Precious Little Time 

Where lines, siphoned from touch and taste 

Are woven into rhyme 

What may, mediocre at best 

Vex finer balladists 

Where lines, snared from the care and test 

Of love and life untwists 

What may to some seem nothing much 

But vain verbosity 

Is to this poet’s humble touch 

Love turned to poetry 

© Janet Martin