Taming The Blue...

Loosed leaf lilts,

Lands,

Lies upon

The yawn of Autumn Spent

Decking halls

Where flowered shawls

Have scattered

Their lament

Wild wind whirls

Twirls

Girlish

Ballerinas from the trees

Tucking soft

The sullen croft

Beneath a quilt

Of leaves

© Janet Martin

Of Waning Leaf-applause

Sharing a few awesome autumn masterpieces captured

as I shuttle Daughter from music-lesson to driving-lesson to friend's house etc.

It's like driving through an art-gallery! 

Yes, even in the rain:)

The yard, a cardamom leaf-pond

The air a shawl of tears

The heart, awash with here and gone

Like ocean-pummeled piers

The salt of sorrow seasons joy

How bittersweet its taste

Where yester-hour’s girl and boy

Shoulders vectors of haste

The green that sprouted summer’s whoop

Is sere and silent now

Save for the wind that strums the stoop

That missed the mill somehow

The garden is asleep yet leaps

With blooms of yesterday

Where furrows fold but cannot keep

An echo-world at bay

The rawness of fall’s fond caress

Stirs Something stark and sure

Its surge of love and loneliness

Merges loss and allure

…where we are always on the verge

Of what will be, what was

Encapsulated in a splurge

Of waning leaf-applause

© Janet Martin

How Doth A Little Day?

A tug upon the heart-string

Earth is full of lullaby...

A tap upon the shoulder

And a kiss upon the cheek

And we are one day older

Then another, then a week

Ah tell me Father Time, pray tell,

How doth the little day

With mite-y boon of tick-tock knell

Soon whisk its while away

A fellow full of wishes

And a wee gal full of charm

Kitchen sink full of dishes

Autumn applesauce, still warm

A baby full of ‘precious’

And a mother full of love

And an hour that soon meshes

With past’s endless echo-trove

A trundle through the woodland

Flower-flurried with farewell

A dally in the garden

Where the bloom of summer fell

Meander through the meadow

Wander through a gallery

to marvel at sun-shadow

-art hanging from sky and tree

A tug upon the heart-string

Earth is full of lullaby

A hug, hello my darling

There you go, good-bye, goodbye

Ah tell me Master of the clock

How doth the little day

With mite-y boon of tick and tock

Whisper a life away

© Janet Martin

Genesis, Exodus, God

We went from smiling summer-like sunshine to....

b-r-r-r-r-ly, growling gale in a day!

Prelude to a frost-felled world...(these are last years frost-frames) no killer frost here this year...yet!

Womb of the earth gives birth to bud, then bloom

Intricate cradles unfold into flow’r

Steady, beneath leaf-green eddy, sheaf, plume

Heaven Her canopy, wind as Her broom

Earth hosts the belle of the hour

Loom of the earth weaves wonder to behold

Intrinsic shuttle, no rebuttal heeds

Skeins of rich purple, carmine, coral, gold

Tumble to treetops, gardens wild and bold

Miracles mantled in seeds

Tomb of the earth claims life’s cardinal due

(Warriors, genesis-exodus-shod)

Back to the berth where beginning’s accrue

Shimmer of violet, glimmer of blue

Cupped in Her fallow façade

© Janet Martin

Open Your Eyes and Say A-a-ah! and Happy October!

Ah, diamond studded break of day

You dazzle Duty’s meet and greet

With silver gem, your diadem

A thoroughfare beneath our feet

Ah, autumn-offered opulence

Your coffers overflow with gold

To common kings your Artist flings

Master-pieced Marvels to behold

Ah, flower-frazzled faith and hope

Holy, holy this holey clime

Ah, wonder-world of a-a-ah/awe unfurled

In mercy-metered pantomime

Ah, breath of beauty, death of rose

Chariot of fired scarlet-bronze

You whisk to naught the garden plot

Leaving a wake of frost-straked fronds

Ah, girth of earthy miracle

The seed bleeds back from whence it came

Ah, diligence of Providence

He tends offspring of Eden’s shame

Ah, nature’s flawless farewell flares

The air a leaf-anointed fount

While mere man gapes at fall’s land-capes

With a-a-ahs too copious to count

© Janet Martin

first ground-frost of the season yesterday morning!