It's Been Snowing All Day

No pictures today because I can't find my camera

but I can tell you this...it's beginning to look a lot like winter!

It’s been snowing all day

The world that wallowed, bare and brown

Is tucked beneath a down-duvet

Tossed across countryside and town

It’s been snowing all day

The color-line twixt earth and sky

With white on white is washed away

And definition brushed awry

It’s been snowing all day

The scenery of autumn felled

Beneath a whirl of frosted fray

Where stars with muffled footsteps meld

...and we are torn between

Two melodies that seem to play

The intro to a change of scene

Because it's been snowing all day

© Janet Martin

Signs and Seasons

 Do you ever struggle to accepts signs of the 'season'...

Yes, it's beautiful but yes, it feels too soon!

but then, that's the thing about winter...it sneaks up on us while

we are living life's spring, summer and fall!

What we sowed in seasons prior

What we sought, held and let go

Glows like embers of a fire

Strewed like leaves across first snow

Every low-blow, every highlight

Fades like footprints on the beach

Washed away with waves of twilight

To a shoreline out of reach

What we have is bound to follow

What we chased, embraced, released

Carves an intangible hollow

Filled with crumbs after the feast

With the signs we sense the season

Hello harbors fond farewell

Stirring in us sacred reason

To live each day very well

© Janet Martin

Luke 12:55-56

…And when the south wind blows, you say, ‘It will be hot,’ and it is.

You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of the earth and sky.  

Why don’t you know how to interpret the present time?

Sense-ations

The roof-tops touch the sky

The sky grazes the street

And in each snowflake skimming by

I sense the dance of feet

The pine-tree minstrel plays

Soft, spectral violins

And in the serenade it splays

I sense a song of grins

Winter’s rowdy rogues brawl

On plush and pulsing seams

Where, even in the thickest squall

I sense the rush of streams

This tantrum none can quell

Or tame the tempest's will

Yet on the wild and frigid fell

I sense a daffodil

White, rolls the countryside

White tolls most ev’rything

Still, even in this white-world wide

I sense the green of spring

© Janet Martin

Blizzard Ballad

 (Hubby's truck is not stuck literally but safely 'stuck' in Guelph; load delivered.)

Thoughts are with everyone doing double-shifts in hospitals, nursing homes, etc! 

Emily worked the early/day shift yesterday and got home just as it started. So thankful,

but can't help thinking of those who wish they were home but are staying to fill a need.

God bless all the second-mile soldiers!

Earth is a truck-is-stuck, beauty-struck haze

Tucked beneath knee-deep wires-down duvets

Home is a haven of warmth; favourite nooks

Stoked, quilted, woven and bettered with books

Happiness sips, stirs, hums, hugs, hopes and prays

For not everyone gets ‘blizzard-holidays’

Double-shift soldiers push, pull, shovel, shove   

Because nothing is colder than need without love

Tea kettles whistle, simmer, sing and smile

Poured into cups of joy; mint, chamomile

Art is a window that frames woolly gust

Thrilling the poet and vexing wanderlust

Hush-a-bye, restless eye, plush sky is felled

Heaven and earth in white-out mayhem meld

The road is deserted; no rushing of cars

No one can rein in a tsunami of stars

© Janet Martin

 Art is a window that frames woolly gust...

Majesty's Showcase

 Any of you long time porch-visitors HAD to know this song was coming😀

 It's one of my favourite almost Christmas snow-songs!

The sullen bars of earth are swaddled in a starry spree

It decks the scars of plant and harvest with soft purity

As boulevard and yard and hill

Where songs of summer-long lie still

Are like a Christmas postcard hung for everyone to see

The pot that Old Man Winter’s been a-stirring day and night

Has overflowed at last in feathered froth of downy white

As street and fallow field repose

Beneath the diamond-dazzled throws

Where Mother Nature warms her toes and shivers with delight

Each fence-post is a snow-cone and each frond a piece of lace

Each barren tree a metaphoric Masterpiece of grace

Where Mercy clothes the naked world

In bolts of sequined silk unfurled

And turns all of creation into Majesty’s Showcase

© Janet Martin