Wednesday, September 8, 2021



A lot of people are picking up pieces/branches/trees/buildings
after storms that rolled through the region last night...

The poetry of life's season's brings high and lows
where ebbs and flows strew both laughter and tears
like the petals of a once lovely rose
that blooms and disappears...

September is the season of cherishing
 fast-fading flowers
and fast-growing children
(all the first day of school photos on Facebook remind us💗)

Tallest Little girl is eagerly counting down 
the last few day's at Janet's house before she is School Girl!

The poetry of summer’s rose
Composes wonder’s sighs
But like the day that comes and goes
Cannot escape demise

The loveliness of laughter’s lilt
Gilt-etches yester-years
A bud that blooms but soon is spilt
In sorrow’s silver tears

Do not stand long beside the urn
That cups the lifeless ash
Where soon the dust of live-love-learn
Settles, where bare feet dash

Where sparkling surf of summer-tide
Cannot evade Time’s score
Where, like waves, mighty in their stride
Cannot usurp the shore

…where aftermath of Eden’s woes
In turmoil’s throes, still pours
But cannot snuff Calvary’s rose
Which mortal hope restores

The poetry of summer’s plume
After its narrative
Is planted on an echo-tomb
Of moments we still live give its glance our utter Most
Of thought and deed and speech
Each new day like a guest we host
Soon ushered out of reach

© Janet Martin

2 Pet.3:11
Since everything will be destroyed in this way, 
what kind of people ought you to be?
 You ought to live holy and godly lives...

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