Some Saturday Similes and Smiles

 I know I've said it before...but, I LOVE Saturdays

Saturdays are like Time's kiss on the cheek

Saying well done, little earthling,

You made it through another week

So slow down a little, pour that second cup

Before Duty's dictation demands,  "hurry up!"

Today I'm trying a recipe familiar to many, but I've hardly ever made;

Poor Man's Steak

I need to cook for a few large-ish functions in the near future so this is a practice run...

I added chopped parsley though not required...

But because I harvested MANY bowls full from the garden last fall I add it to whatever I can for fantastic health benefits and color!

...soon, soon earth's frozen sweeps will sigh

With wheat-field-gold beneath blue sky!!!

The land is like a quiet sea

Before the wind rises to stir

Earth’s fallow-field tranquility

Into gold, rippling barley-blur

Dawn, like a gateway to a path

Flings wide life’s untried miles-to-go

Then gathers in its aftermath

A labyrinth of highs and low

Bygone is like a subtle scale

It weighs ways of virtue and vice

Where past is like a cast of trails

Forged by both foolish choice and wise

The present day, like a buffet

Invites us all to take and eat

Where what we do and what we say

Seasons tomorrow’s bitter-sweet

The sun is like a big sky-grin

In spite of all that we may lack

It brightens the place we are in

And makes us feel like smiling back

The heart is like a diary

Upon its hidden pages press

The echoes of what used to be

Of home-sweet-home sweet happiness

April is like a restless boy

Pant-legs rolled up, bare feet in mud

Where soon Time’s boon of sorrow-joy

Siphons the blossom from the bud

…and earth is like an orchard, oh,

Four seasons strum its green-leaf leas

How swift the little saplings grow

Into hardy fruit-bearing trees

A smile is like a pretty gift

We love to get; then what you say

We give those mouth-corners a lift

And give its pretty gift away

© Janet Martin

Hope you are having a Happy Saturday who and wherever you are!

...and a good song for a beautiful life!

Saturday Is Life's Oasis

Saturday is life’s oasis; it is a place set apart

For second-cup coffee graces, slower paces; it is art

Art of something extra-yummy in the oven, art of books

Art of nature showcasing what midweek scurry overlooks

Saturday is like a picnic; be it gold or gray, its air

Spreads time’s offering like a blanket on life’s finest dining chair

It is linger-here-a-little, nibble on a poem-treat

Revel in the luxury of bathrobe breakfast, slipper-feet

Saturday may demand Duty; bitty sweep-mop-scrub-dust-cook

Still, it is a thing of beauty if we take the time to look

Look a little thankful longer at the common curves bestowed

Where we would starve of heart-hunger without home’s humble abode

Saturday is like a celebration of labor well-spent

It is like an invitation to live slower, more content

Like a once-a-week oasis Saturday spills sweet and slow

Pours in second cups of coffee, only if we make it so

© Janet Martin

This Saturday morning started a little later then I prefer because I woke up and

 ‘cooded breed add cooded stop coughick’ (couldn’t breathe and couldn’t stop coughing)

Its ‘oasis' smells like Vicks and cough drops but ‘it sure bakes be appreciate forber bore buddade bordicks’😁(make me appreciate former more mundane mornings)

...or maybe Saturday at your house is more like this:
(we all know what these are like:)
Today's YDP

Time for another cup?
or a nibble-and-read?

I forgot to add the dough-circle is about 1" thickness before baking

Gray September, Saturday Dawn

 I LOVE to clatter about the kitchen on a rainy morning...

...listening to the tune of silver-circle notes

Gray dawn is like a shawl

It wraps Saturday souls

In thoughts of woolly sweaters

Cups of tea and book-cajole

Gray dawn is a like a yawn

September-sweet and slow

It tickles us with fancy’s feet

And second cups o’ joe

Gray dawn is like a song

A blue-some serenade

Rain-drop percussion back-drop to

A week of mem’ries made

Gray dawn is like a poem

Stirring from common stuff

A canticle of home, sweet home

And pots and pans and love

© Janet Martin 

 

Saturday Afternoon

It smiles and beams like a grand prize waiting to be taken

Today the foothills of its skies with pewter rains are shaken

But still, its tea and cookies and a sun that will shine soon  

For nothing dampens spirits on a Saturday afternoon

Somehow its isle seems kinder and its troubles light of heart

And we are drawn toward each other instead of apart

The bond of duty eases and we sing a little tune

Where simple beauty pleases us on Saturday afternoon

Old books are new in younger hands that hunger for lost charm

The taste of words turned slowly on the tongue are sweet and warm

The air is like an apple pie, the hour like a spoon

And everyone is hungry on a Saturday afternoon

Its shops are full of stragglers with a carefree hour to spend

And though we’ve never met before we greet as friend to friend

For there is something different about this weekly boon

And no one is a stranger on a Saturday afternoon

No matter what’s behind us and no matter what’s in store

Today is a tea-kettle with an afternoon to pour

So take that cup and lift it up, then sip or slurp, for soon

Twilight will draw its shutters to this Saturday afternoon

© Janet Martin

I wrote the first line in my mind when the afternoon began... we decided to toss to-do lists and Victoria and I had a Saturday afternoon excursion to our favorite thrift store to hunt for treasure-aka old books;-)

If the book talks to me on the first page its mine!
(my dilemma; which one do I read first?!:)

 

Precious Pixels

 Moments are the pixels in life's big picture...

Moments accumulate to shape another bit of Past

From Saturday to Saturday the ethereal alloy

Of pleasure, pain, sunshine and rain; life’s grid of grief and joy

Becomes that Thing of moments strung together ever-cast

That Thing stringing together every little said-and-done

Is not some buried scepter but the nucleus from whence

The inevitable reward of choice’s recompense

Returns; reminding us the Past is never really gone

The rules we choose to break will take some time, sometimes to prove

The Reason in their reason; Saturday to Saturday

Spins something more than days of yore we scatter on our way

To harvest moments planted in some long-forgotten grove

God’s grace forgives but He does not extinguish consequence

From Saturday to Saturday mercy unfurls new fields

Where sooner then or later, by the fruit the harvest yields

We will be known; pray we are shod with God’s deliverance

© Janet Martin