Petal-Poetry

 

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

...to 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...