Showing posts with label lullaby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lullaby. Show all posts

Monday, May 22, 2017

Time is Like A Lullaby





Time tunes its tireless lullabies
Where notes, like  petal-boats capsize
To spill dulcet hellos-goodbyes
Through faces, places, piers
They glint upon green-tinted tress
And spill in hymns of happiness
To dim couloirs and recesses
With spent laughter and tears

Ephemeral, time’s transient tryst
It sparkles, pink-gold-amethyst
Then fades into a phantom mist
On echo-laden breeze
Where what we have and hold becomes
An epitaph of moment-crumbs
A distant Neverland that thrums
With life-sums; memories

Triumph is more than contests won
Or prize-trophies for races run
It tunes the touch of said and done
With gentle gratitude
Where Time is like a lullaby
Of who-what-when-wherefore and why
It heaps the heart with sleepy sigh
Of seasons soon subdued

© Janet Martin



Whoever-wherever you are today
Cherish its gift of gold or gray
For with eventide it becomes
A memento of moment-sums

Happy Victoria Day, fellow-Canadians!

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Moonlight Lullaby





Golden moon o’er yonder hill
Soft your tune of slumber spill
Like a cello aria
Play a mellow Kumbaya

Blue on blue back-drop exhales
Soulful lullaby regales
Where the throw of night is spread
With soft starlight overhead

Hard-edged noise and workday rush
Melds into the solemn hush
Of a lamp-lit lullaby
From a cello in the sky

© Janet Martin

Thursday, November 19, 2015

November Lullaby





Now etched on twilight’s slumb’ring sigh
November croons a lullaby
In hues of blues and blushing gray
It tucks the little day away

Goodnight, noon’s bustling boulevard
Sleep tight, earth’s silver-white post-card
And hush-a-bye, wee girl and boy
Clear-calm thy sea of dreams, ahoy

Now weeps the wandering wind, alone
Like vagabond without a home
He shakes November’s naked bough
And sweetens home-sweet-home somehow

Goodnight, sage cot of bud and bloom
Sleep tight, daydreamer's living-room
And hush-a-bye, leaf-swaddled dell
Earth slips into the sky... Farewell,

© Janet Martin

Somehow, when November’s wind rattles at windows and doors
I am reminded of all the simple things I’m thankful for.




Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Garden Slumber-song






Slumber, sweet garden in cradles of soil
Long you have borne rose and thorn, fruit and toil
Now let the wind-song sweep over your slope
Lulling the plot that soon cradles new hope

Rock-a-bye, river of umber and sod
Hush-a-bye, haven of summer and God
Lullaby, rest for your best work is done 
Garnered and gathered in jars filled with sun

Sleep ‘til a wisp o’ spring kisses your brow
Sleep, tucked in warm beneath blankets of snow
Sleep, you have earned your furrow-turned repose
Lavishing larders with seed’s sundry rose

Slumber, sweet garden for soon you will wake
Where restless sunbeams tickle bird, bark and brake
Now let the murmur of echoing deep
Wrap you in summer and rock you to sleep

© Janet Martin

Thursday, October 16, 2014

October Lullaby





Hush-a-bye orchard, thy limb is unbent
Harvest is gathered and summer is spent

Hush-a-bye leaf-lay, thy choir is plucked
Beneath the spire of summer-song tucked

Hush-a-bye garden, may slumber be sweet
Soon you will waken to dance of bare feet

Hush-a-bye twilight of sultry repose
Lamplight and wood-smoke replace dewy rose

Hush-a-bye children of moorland and grove
Home is a hearth without seasons, my love

Hush-a-bye shadow, snuffed from the gold hill
Feathering meadows where echoes soft-spill

Hush-a-bye zephyr and hush-a-bye loon
Summer is sleeping beneath hunter’s moon

© Janet Martin