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Thursday, May 12, 2022

Where May Runs Footloose...

So much to inspire this little tribute to May
and childhood...

The first two lines of this poem were birthed here, yesterday
while on a little brook-bank picnic with Granddaughter and daughter...
While half-leaf tree limbs splashed a shawl of shadow-holes over us.




So little left wanting where brook-babble gleams
With nothing but nature to nurture daydreams
Listening to lyrics no pencil can trace
Sprawled on a shadow-shawl of first-leaf lace
Watching the mantle return to the wood
Gently relearning the joy of childhood

So little left needing where May-breezes strum
The pulses of earth where all birth burgeons from
...thrum of an orchestra's ballad imparts
Green-gilded gladness that streams through our hearts
Seed that soon spills into tassels of corn
Dapples the hills of a landscape reborn 

So little left slighted where May runs footloose 
 Each tree like a taper of gold and chartreuse 
Each dell like a marvelous medley of hymns
Where the bare branch blossoms and the bud brims
Annual Genesis, granting a glimpse
Of Eden's garden and love's innocence  

© Janet Martin


Annual Genesis, granting a glimpse
Of Eden's garden and love's innocence...

"M-m-m! I eat it" said two year old when I told her Janet
is planting Candy onions...



 So little left slighted where May runs footloose 
 Each tree like a taper of gold and chartreuse ...



On this weekend's to-do list-- dusting😐

Seeds that soon spill into tassels of corn
Dapples the hill of a landscape reborn ...



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