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Tuesday, January 9, 2024

For Our 'Happy-in-Waiting' (in Happy New Year)

I started this poem a week ago,
snaring lines as they bobbed by...
This week I finally had a chance to collect more fragments
from my trek through impending happiness-es!
I splashed through brooks, 
went on a picnic,
 laughed at a silly, fat robin,
and SO much more!

Happy Whatever Happy-in-waiting is waiting for you!



Winter’s canvas to be tickled with giggling snow-angel throngs


Below, one of my all-time favorite shots from days long gone
Victoria and her cousin...
Hush! plush-pink peony pom-poms wait to pop nature’s green cork...

Chill winds to be charmed and taken by soft zephyrs, blossom-sweet
Gardens to be warmed and ‘wakened by the banter of bare feet
Barren branches to be garnished with whispers of God-spun lace
Snowy hillsides to grow tarnished as sunbeams give winter chase

Dust to stir as fields are planted with both seed and farmer’s prayer
Hearts and souls to be enchanted by glory, heavens declare
Buds to burst with petal-plunder, miracles in every pod
Happiness immersed in wonder by the handiwork of God

Sassy robin tugging dinner from a grassy smorgasbord
Scrumptious supper-soups to simmer, coffees to be brewed and poured
Into fav’rite mugs, hand hugged and ever so blissfully sipped
While the bashful morn is tugged across skylines, pink and gold dipped

Summer’s harvest to be pickled, autumn to dwindle leaf-songs
Winter’s canvas to be tickled with giggling snow-angel throngs
Cheese and whole-grain cracker-stackers to pack in a picnic lunch
Bunch ‘o please-and-thank-you-happy snackers munching carrot-crunch

Steps to slow to walk with children, innocence to steal our breath
While we point the way to Heaven from earth’s thoroughfares of Death
Cozy snuggle-with-me twilight while outside the world grows dark
Foibles turning into hindsight as discernment meets its mark

Solemn Last Post and Reveille Remembrances-lest we forget
Fires to be stoked and fences to tend to, not mended yet
Hush! plush-pink peony pom-poms wait to pop nature’s green cork
Rush of seasons waits to romp and vex wild wanderlust with work

Payments to be made and worry to teach us to use our knees
Patience to test ‘we’re late’ hurry, as we search for phones, shoes, keys
Kindness to be shown, ink-hunger to be fed with books, books, books
Inner child to rediscover as we wade through fields and brooks

Cakes to bake and decorate for birthdays yet to celebrate
Beach to stroll and hand to hold; don’t wait until it is too late
Silver poplar’s shiny shivers, tap dancers made out of rain
Waltzing on impromptu rivers gushing down the street and lane

Naughty puppy to be scolded, antics by Mr. Mischief
Laundry to be washed and folded, to-do-lists-achieved-relief
Days to drain of exultation to God for blessing-heaped trays
Thought to tune with adoration, heart to overflow with praise

© Janet Martin

Scrumptious supper-soups to simmer,
(instead of scrumptious supper-soup, last night was scrumptious, supper-stirfry!)
Chicken and veg stir-fried and served on a bed of stir-fried/steamed cabbage and black beans










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