Beholden Hallelujahs

Ps.66:1-3

Make a joyful noise to God,

all the earth!

2Sing the glory of His name;

make His praise glorious.

3Say to God, “How awesome are Your deeds!

Today's poem is a bit like a tot I love dearly, 

but at the moment have lost the delight in,

because my patience has been worn to a frazzle! 

Maybe because there really are no words to truly capture

October-kindled hallelujahs...

(First the poem began to spill in 15-syllable lines 

but when I returned to it I had lost that rhythm 

so I tried to balance it with an extra syllable, 

but in the end attempted to smooth it, by reducing it to 14-syllable lines...)

Anyone who writes knows we prefer when words flow and meld

like music from an invisible orchestra. 

October rouses Beholden Hallelujahs streaming

Earth is God’s vermillion-golden Magnum Opus gleaming...

Autumn’s color-palette captures awe’s speechless attention

Amber ambience enraptures heart and soul’s dimension...

Sunbeam kindled leaf-lamps flicker, 

fragile grandeur scatters...

October rouses Beholden Hallelujahs streaming

Earth is God’s vermillion-golden Magnum Opus gleaming

Autumn’s color-palette captures awe’s speechless attention

Amber ambience enraptures heart and soul’s dimension

October regales creation with hues, mesmerizing

Vivid bursts of exaltation preface white baptizing

Sunbeam kindled leaf-lamps flicker, fragile grandeur scatters

Flowers falter, bluejays bicker; orchards brim with ladders

Woodlands woo us with ensembles where arrangements dazzle

Consummate percussion trembles; tinseled treetops frazzle

While we, beholden Beholders grapple with sheer wonder

Where the hearth of summer smolders with autumnal plunder

Delight spills in exclamations perfectly enchanted

Autumn-lover’s expectations bittersweetly granted

Happiness of fall eclipses farewell’s tug of sorrow

While a sense of favour fills us with hope for tomorrow

The heavens declare God’s glory; utterly spellbinding

October, like a love story, leaf by leaf unwinding

Ash and aspen lampposts wander from beaten path’s bustle

Hailing us to follow, under, over Autumn’s rustle

October bids us to dally in its guiltless pleasure

Scale the hill, explore the valley rich with beauty-treasure

None of us are growing younger; we should seize each offer

To appease awe’s thirst and hunger from October’s coffer

Leaf by leaf and hour by hour darling October dwindles

Petals from a mammoth flow’r that nature’s gusto swindles

While we, Beholden Beholders, hallelujah-smitten

Dredge the dimming of October for hymns still unwritten

Janet Martin

The heavens declare God’s glory; utterly spellbinding...

October, like a love story, leaf by leaf unwinding...

Autumn Joys

 

A few snap-shots from the past few days that helped inspire this poem

The plush hush-hush of feet through leaves...

The plush hush-hush of feet through leaves

The stillness of fields shucked of sheaves

The way the wind through woodland weaves

A canopy of blue

The hurry-scurry, frisky squirrel

The leaf-cartwheel, the boy and girl

Imitating the lilt and twirl

Of treetop’s dwindling hue

Rain-rendered decoupage, wet-cold

Lanes and sidewalks paved with leaf-gold

A little mittened hand to hold

Or steaming cup ‘o joe

Gladness so profound the heart leaps

With praise for squash and pumpkin heaps

And all goodness man plants then reaps

As by God’s grace we go

The five-star bliss of five-star dreams

For five-star supper’s five-star beams

Of five-star happiness that gleams

In loved one’s smiles and eyes

Warmth of homecooked simplicity

And precious love of family

Kindles a thankful-as-can-be

Masterpiece-paradise

The undulating rise and fall

As landscapes pen a madrigal

That needs no words to say it all

Yet leaves spectators awed

By nature’s color-symphony

Spilling across the dimming lea

An autumn song we throng to see

Whose composer is God

© Janet Martin

Rain-rendered decoupage, wet-cold...

Lanes and sidewalks paved with leaf-gold...

In October

In the field corn harvest dwindles brittle whispers, row by row

In the garden silence kindles marigold-ember's brave glow

In the gaudy, tranquil woodland, treetop-tapers flare and dim

In expanding canning cellars, bins, boxes and jar-shelves brim

In the heart a bumbling, humbling, ecstatic Thanksgiving Hymn

In the orchard apple-orbs gleam, luring raptured touch-and-taste

Urging ladder-laden pickers to heave-ho with holy haste

Where fruit-dappled topiaries flaunt  sweet-taunting red and gold

Where chill winds tweak cheeks with cherries and turn tender fingers cold

Where happiness is more merry than one heart can dearly hold

In the kitchen pots, bowls, baskets, laugh with blessing-overflow

Filled with final favors rescued from forecasts of frost or snow 

In the air aromas mingle; nutmeg, ginger, cumin, cloves

Wafting, like color-glints captured from fall-flavored bosc and groves

Cinnamon-caramel-tipped/dipped foliage, pumpkin and squash treasure-troves

In the morning mist and frost kissed vistas of hill, rill and vale

Gleam like amber cider poured from heaven to earth's silver grail

In dusk’s blue-blush, stark-dark dying a soulful dirge seems to sound

For autumn days flying, lying, leaf-shaped on the listless ground

For the star-blind dreamer sighing for fortunes, ever unfound

In October we walk slower down the leaf-embellished street

Scuffling through the fallen bowers, like lamplight beneath our feet

In October we take cover under sparser canopies

Everybody is a lover of October's wooing trees

In October pain and pleasure runs us through like wind-tossed seas 

© Janet Martin

The 'snooze-button update' below is yesterday's news

 because this was supposed to be yesterday's post

but yesterday ran out of hours before it was up.

Because yesterday was an extra-early-start with an extra-late end

 I allowed myself an extra-hour of sleep this morning😊

hitting snooze to my heart's content😂

Hitting-snooze-button accountability- 

I forgot to post my snooze-button accountability yesterday; I hit snooze😔

so last night I decided maybe if set my alarm clock for 6:15 instead of 5:45

 I would be more apt to take my wake-up call/jolt a little more seriously, 

so I did that, and you know what?!!

I was wide awake before the alarm-clock could shock me from slumber-land

so-o-o, up I did'st get!

No snooze-button today😂

Autumn Awe-Awareness

A few glimpses,

at what sends Autumn's awe-meter over the top...

Thank-you, Lord

Awareness is fine-tuned to how the wind is winnowing the bough

Of supple sigh and so we try to linger longer in the Now

We loiter under arbors where we look up-up to stare and stare

At nature’s oh-so-fine design of leaf-motifs on sheafs of air

We seek out orchard-bowers bent with harvest’s rosy remanent

And feel earth’s pull; intangible mingling of gladness and lament

We polish Reason’s silver spoon and see a picnic afternoon

Beckoning, so we smile and go to steep our souls in Autumn’s boon

Of sunrise and set snared aloft in little leaf-mirrors soon doffed

Of nature’s wreath lowered beneath footsteps that fall, muffled and soft

Of treetops shedding threads, red-gold; autumn’s raiment is hard to hold

Of hearts that break with delight’s ache, of winds that tug, sassy and bold

Of dawn, rushing yon eastward rim where mercy’s renewed favors brim

To frameless sweeps where nameless deeps flood earth with heaven’s worship hymn

To rekindle the simple thrill from pumpkins perched on porch and sill

Or leaves tossed wild to long-lost child that romps and runs from hill to hill

© Janet Martin