I Cannot Help But Laugh a Bit...(A Precious Moments Medley)

Sometimes I look back on a day or week that at first glance seems quite commonplace

until its scenes/music plays back to me and I see it for what each moment is; precious!!

 

Pumpkin Snowman instructions here

Tea-party 'cheers'

...and last but not least, the ever-changing window-framed art of each season!!!

(because it was this view through my window as I was passing through the kitchen

that inspired the first four lines in this poem)

I cannot help but laugh a bit

At the dear and sheer thrill of it

Of seasons as they spill and slide

Across acquiescent countryside

Of vistas ever changing hue

Of kiss and hug, hello, adieu

Of Old Man Winter’s hearty grin

In spite of what we think of him

Of home-sweet-home’s sweet friendliness

To thwart life’s out-of-sorted-ness

Of cherishing the day in hand

On pedestals of waning sand

Of passing pictures, window-framed

Soon by the Rite of Twilight claimed

Of what seems common until we

Scan it with closer scrutiny

Where word like ‘us’ and ‘with’ and ‘we’

Suggest your lovely company

Suggest a cup of tea and such

The poetry of taste and touch

And then I have to laugh, tis true

At the sheer and dear joy of you

I cannot help but laugh a bit

And sing and weep and pray a bit

The fling and swing and sway of it

The come-whatever-may of it

The way the tune of Time is played

The way that flowers flare and fade

The ebb and ache and eddy of

The give and take of life and love

The sense of something like a dance

Where moment-medleys glide and glance

Where wave on wave of hours roll

Across shorelines of grave and goal

Where youth soon wears the tender trace

Of truth; where dreamlands interlace

With matters of four-season fact

Where time will not leave us intact

And Want is better now because

It is much simpler than it was

When we were green as spring, fresh-spun

And king and queen of Opinion

Where in the autograph of it

I cannot help but laugh a bit

© Janet Martin

Soon, soon a season's sweet collage

turns into echo-decoupage