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Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Winsome Woo


The magnitude of the snow-majesty we are enjoying is impossible
to capture with a camera-lens!




It rouses within a winsome woo words cannot capture quite...

Now woos a winsome sense of blues. Of golds and grays and greens
Impressionistic avenues woven through wafting scenes
Of unfurled hues of joy and strife’s herculean highs and lows
Where morn to eventide rolls rife with all that life bestows
And season-song cuts like a knife where so-long ebbs and flows

The catalyst to letting go can shield us from the sum
Of touch and taste and holding’s holy showdowns yet to come
Where youth soon dons truth’s tinges; it is futile to rebel
Where summer’s flashy fringes deck the halls of autumn’s knell
Where hello always hinges to the framework of farewell

Because beginnings always end and ‘end’ always begins
Now woos a winsome sense of friendship through what always thins
To Old Year almost over where the New Year waits to spill
Both knee-deep dell of clover and steep, courage-honing hill
New worlds yet to discover and blank pages yet to fill

Now woos within the stark, dark imminence of vast unknowns
A sense of golds and blues that mark the ‘Thence’ of Steppingstones
That ultimately lead toward That Single Certainty
Of face-to-face with Christ the Lord and of eternity
Thus, therefore, no one can afford to ignore what will be

Where we are lavished with what slips through fingertips with ease
To leave behind the winsome fellowship of memories
Where heartstrings bind the ties of love, of hope and hunger too
Around impressions of a glove filled with the winsome woo
Of what is never quite enough of love’s green-gold-gray-blue

© Janet Martin




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