Showing posts with label December poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label December poem. Show all posts

Saturday, December 2, 2023

December Hymn

 


December drapes dormant landscapes with snowflake-sequined flair
It kindles in its chill a thrill that contradicts despair
And cheers faith’s frame with hope’s dear Name; Jesus! As once again
Hearts start anew to travel to the town of Bethlehem

December decks earth’s halls with shawls that nature’s shuttle weaves
Where fall-gales doffed treetops, white softness soothes its loss of leaves
And stirs within cages of skin a holy atmosphere
Of peace and love, through knowledge of the Name we hold so dear

December brims with joyful hymns and beauty to behold
Fresh snowfall awes and gently draws us back to days of old
Until we feel the sacred zeal of shepherds and wise men
And yearn to bring the Christ Child King gifts of worship. Amen

December rings the old year out before it brings the new
It rebukes doubt with shouts of joy for what is good and true
And bids us come and see Christendom’s Cornerstone, and laud
The glory of the Gift, where love unveils the face of God

© Janet Martin

2 Pet.1:1-2
To those who through the righteousness 
of our God and Savior Jesus Christ
have received a faith as precious as ours:
Grace and peace be yours in abundance 
through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.





some of the 'hymns' of joy brimming from cookbook lyrics,
due to Christmas celebrations beginning...

(very versatile for switching up the dry fruit and nuts!)


(or, in Victoria's words, melt-in-your-mouth-orange pillows)


(easily done using home-canned fruit)




 

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Of Glorious Winter-tide


This week its the snow!!!




The other week the ice left us speechless with awe!!







Now is the time of cheer
Of cozy countryside
Tucked beneath white starlight veneer
Or the veil of a bride

Now is the time to pause
From plant and harvest toil
While earth receives the wild applause
Of gales and sparkle-spoil

Of snowflakes swirling round
In dizzying descent
Until the land is grandly crowned
With frosty filament

Now is the time to ling-
-ger longer in a book
And let the days of winter bring
The days summer forsook

Of bowers bent with leaf
Of flower-befringed walks
Of glad tidings of golden sheaf
Of rose and hollyhocks

Of looking back to where
We find ourselves today
Before we turn agape to stare
At worlds melted away

Where now is the sweet time
To slow our hasting stride
And revel in the crystal clime
Of glorious winter-tide

...as we combat the cold
That keens our appetite
With supper hour dipped in gold 
Of gentle candle-light 
   
© Janet Martin






Friday, December 16, 2022

December Doggerel


A few snared mementos that helped to inspire today's poem...





The deep of dark dawns early, drawn across dusk’s stark tableau
It nestles over daybreak like a slowly waning throw
Unveiling sweet December’s day, a gift of old made new
Wrapped in thin scarves of blush and gray and frosty baby blue

It weaves its welkin ribbons though trees doffed of leafy sigh
And lavishes the landscape with the color of the sky
It revels in the frigid thrill of tinsel countryside
It dazzles us where diamonds spill to leave us starry eyed

...and mesmerized, where nature’s never-ceasing hallelu
Leave us breathless with wonder at what only God can do
His beauty breaks all barriers to kindle humble awe
On hearths of heart and soul as we behold time’s seasoned law

…and thank God for tea-kettles pouring fresh-steeped luxury
For hats, mittens and slippers, for fat books of poetry
For home-sweet home, a poem that transcends the scope of ink
For children filling sleds with laughter and cheeks rosy pink

For pots of hot and hearty soup for hungry girl and boy
For Christmas carols tuning lips with glad tidings of joy
For stars that fall and frill each sprig with sparkle-dust run wild
For toil that turns to worship as we ponder the Christ-child

There's something so nostalgic in the fluff of fresh snowfalls  
Something still so old-fashioned in the way it decks earth's halls
Reminding us that, though so much in this old world seems strange
Beneath the kind Creator's touch still much will never change 

December is the perfect way to close another year
A white rose on a volume of echoes of smile and tear
Cacophony of blue jay scolding nuthatch and junco
A symphony of footsteps muffled by fresh-fallen snow

© Janet Martin





Thursday, December 1, 2022

Tis The Season



After the laughter and excitement of today's merry troops vacated the kitchen
I did too, to feel the powder-blue twilight tucking in the edges of the earth...

Tis the season of powder-blue twilight
Lowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills

Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines


Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills



Tis the season of powder-blue twilight
Lowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills
Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines
Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills

Tis the season of ‘fresh from the oven’
For cookie lovin’ kids like you and me
Tis the season of joy mixed with grievin’
For faces missin’ where they used to be

Tis the season of easin’ our hurry
For the fine reason of tasting today
Tis the season of fluffy, white flurry
Decking vast vistas once somber and gray

Tis the season of love turned to givin’
As thoughts turn Bethlehem-ward once again
As we reflect on a babe sent from Heaven
To be the Savior of the world. Amen

Tis the season when we start to ponder
What really matters in Bygone’s increase
Tis the season of pure, childlike wonder
As we consider hope, love, joy and peace

Tis the season of evergreen spires
Holly and mistletoe, silver and gold
Of motley, merry, bundled angel choirs
Singing the carols that never grow old

Tis the season of green and red buttons
On sugar snowmen and gingerbread duds
This the season of turkey and stuffin’
Poppin’ our buttons with gravy and spuds

Tis the season of laughter’s sweet gladness
Where sadness makes Christmas cheer sacred, oh
Tis the season of merchandise madness
Turned into gifts that say ‘I love you so’

Tis the season of tender surrender
As the last month of another year pours
Through toasts and tributes and winter’s first splendor
Powder-blue twilights on flannel white shores

© Janet Martin






Establishing Familiarity (in a world of change)



Happy, happy December!


...and below a few photos of inspiration for today's poem!

the joy of small child's curiosity...

(and his delight at his 'baby-in-basket'
just like yesterday's Baby-in-a-basket'💗💝)


Tried and true recipes and the surprise
Of trying something new and loving it...
(I wish I had the ingred. on hand for the mango salsa!
Some other time!

And when we wake, ah bliss, fresh-brewed coffee...

The Word of God, steadfast and absolute...


Things do not stay the way they used to be
Progress presses the old ways to adapt
And change; estranged familiarity
Can wake wishes for seasons, echo-wrapped

Thus, bidding us to seek with meeker awe
The things that are the way they used to be
The unthwartable ilk of nature’s law
The joy of small child’s curiosity

The thrill as winter-heavens spills white stars
The hope that every Christmas is about
The happiness of refilled canning jars
The yard where puppies romp and children shout

The farmer that still whistles as he works
The gardener as happy as can be
Where despite sweat and toil, Eden still lurks
In every petalled plume and bird and tree

The unrivaled wonder in new-born babe
The tiring, tender toll of parenthood
Fond memories that we would never trade
The unshakeable truth that God is good

Tried and true recipes and the surprise
Of trying something new and loving it
The art of learning, (even though time flies)
To slow our hurried steps and sit a bit 

The black and white beauty of snowy nights
The beckoning warm welcome of sweet home
The comfort of tea-book-slipper delights
The courage to bare hearts into a poem

The option to use ink, paper and pen
The sentimental sweetness in farewells
We know will turn into hello again
Either on earth or in yon citadels

The friendliness of flowers, every one
A perfectly profound intricacy
A well-earned rest by zest of labor won
And when we wake, ah bliss, fresh-brewed coffee

The Word of God, steadfast and absolute
Regardless of post-modern heresy
The evidence science cannot refute
I AM, who WAS, IS and ALWAYS WILL BE

Music, a foretaste of eternity
When worship’s melodies will never cease
The heavens declaring God’s majesty
In every wondrous welkin-masterpiece

The momentum of moments meting change
Where so much is not like it used to be
Lavishes us with what none can estrange
Establishing familiarity

© Janet Martin







Monday, December 7, 2020

Ditty For December's Bitty Days


Westward streams the stead of morning through a lower, lesser sky 
Sweeps through noontide, soon soft-tuning dusk’s dark strings with lullaby




Woo me with your wisp of welkin ere your dusk of purple-blue 
Gathers what remains of daylight into Bygone’s phantom flue 

Westward streams the stead of morning through a lower, lesser sky 
Sweeps through noontide, soon soft-tuning dusk’s dark strings with lullaby 

Smooth the stark and stilly scene of soon-twilight-enshrouded-bars 
With a probe at gleaming embers stoked into a show of stars 

Ere the flare of whispers winnows into farewell-blue chambray 
Wake within me keened awareness to what weaves each yesterday 

Tuck the cold curves of December beneath soft white-tumbled banks 
Fill frosted panes of Remember with panoramas of thanks 

© Janet Martin 





Wednesday, December 2, 2020

December Dusk

December dusk such as tonight
deserves a little tribute


Where blue and gold 
like sea and sand,


wash through a mold 
Of day in hand 


and folds the land 
and sky into 

A world that slip, 


Slip-


Slips from view




Where stubble gleams 
like golden studs... 

that stipple reams 
of frozen mud 


while dusky pink 
to black ink drains


until only 
a moon remains 

© Janet Martin