Showing posts with label daisies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daisies. Show all posts

Monday, February 25, 2013

February Fantasies





It would be fine to wander and squander
A dew-drenched, daisy-strewn dazzling new day
And fritter the glitter of freshly-strung moments
Into the nonchalant meadows of May

It would be grand to guilt-freely amble
Through giddy violet-for-get-me-not dell
Heedless of hours wielding a grim gavel
Over the vagrant and fragrant spring swell

It would be splendid to soak in sun-puddles
Teased by the zephyr of sassy-sweet mouth
Splashed with potion wrought by April’s ocean
Dancing with vagabond winds from the south

It would be sweet to languish in bare feet
Appeasing and pleasing thought’s wanderlust
With treasure of pleasure in middle-May measure
Teasing our traipsing through daydreams of dust

It would be thrilling if moments were willing
To pause in the spilling of green-golden-blue flow
To dangle in spangles of spring-ribbon tangles
Or float on the froth of pink-apple-bloom snow

Somewhere the splendor of buds, buxom, tender
Startles the drifter on his footloose way
We cannot hurry winter’s fretting flurry
Every February must have its day

© Janet Martin

Friday, June 15, 2012

Oh Still the Hastening Bloom




Oh, still the hastening bloom
That crowns the summer’s day
I must hold its tender fold
Before it fades away

Oh, still the ticking clock
That peals the quickened hour
I must pause a bit because
I need to smell the flower

Oh, still the sassy breeze
That steals its fragrant leaf
And tucks to earth arboreal birth
With not one tear of grief

Oh, still the hastening bloom
Too soon its petals weep
For they as I, bud, bloom, then die
Restored to Heaven’s keep

© Janet Martin

Inside a birthday card I received she wrote ‘Bloom where you’re planted’.
On my run yesterday morning I was struck by the beauty in the wildflowers simply ‘blooming where they are planted’.



Monday, July 11, 2011

Tribute to the Daisy


You did not choose the well-groomed bed
Or steal the rose’s coat of red
But silently you bloom instead
In humbler haunts and hollows
Along secluded path and lane
In ditches, hollows, field and plain
Watered by sweet heaven’s rain
And warm, meandering shallows

The wanderer’s pathway you embrace
The lover’s lane you softly grace
Or lift a kind and gentle face
To those who seek life’s pardon
While rivals bloom in aureate gold
And flaunt their grandeur loud and bold
Your tender petals you unfold
In some lost drifter’s garden

No requirements, no demands
You do not prick unwary hands
But wander ‘cross the summer lands
In free and heedless passion
Simplicity in argent shower
Adorning garden, hill and bower
Poetry wrought in a flower
Of pure and perfect fashion

Janet~