Friday, May 25, 2012
Timeless Madrigal
Monday, April 16, 2012
In the Path of Wrath and its Aftermath
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Adding to my Suspicions
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
November's Wind
Tonight with sullen scowl it strips
The gold leaf from the limb
Tonight with cold and puckered lips
It churns the clouds of heav’n
Tonight the shiv'ring moon is dull
And teardrops lash the dark
As every ragged ditch is full
Of Autumn’s waning spark
Tonight it preys outside the door
And moans against the sash
Tonight, across a ghostly shore
Its howling billows crash
Tonight it weeps in sobs of gray
Across earth’s barren form
A sorrowful soliloquy
A bold and empty storm
Tonight the landscape is a floor
The wind a ruthless broom
It heaves down every corridor
And into every room
It sweeps in vile abandonment
The orchard and the vine
Across the muted continent
Without thought or design
Tonight we tuck the little child
Between warm quilts of down
And though the brooding wind is wild
And every leaf far-blown
It cannot chill the firelight
Where thoughts and memories flow
We hold our loved ones close tonight
And let the north wind blow
Janet Martin
The wind is raging and howling tonight...
Hang onto your hats and grab a coat before heading out.
Or, stay home by the fire, hold a loved one and keep warm.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Tantrum
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Cold Shoulder....
I have lost every trace of trembling delight
I see no grace in your fresh coat of white
Take your venom and your ghastly chill
Fly far beyond the pining hill
Oh, how I long for a dew-laden fling
And a dance on the lawn in the color of spring
I am repelled by your cold blue lips
I shiver at the touch of your finger-tips
There is ice in the chatter of the hurrying brook
The broken reeds scatter into each hollow nook
And I can’t help but long for just one thing
A kinder song in the color of spring
Even the wind is a restless fellow
Pleading, as I for a whisper of yellow
To melt the frost from the window-pane
And draw the buds from the limb again
He moans at my door in a low murmuring
For a warmer shore and the color of spring
Janet~
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Chance Meeting......
The wind tugs at the frozen landscape
Tonight he is moody and blue
Roving the hills with a restlessness
I know, for I feel it too
He leaves no trace of his passing
And yet in the remnant air
I hear the sigh he is voicing
As his fingers run through my hair
He roams with teasing madness
I reach for his finger-tips
He pulls me in with harsh kisses
There is ice upon his lips
Yet it is not I who is shaken
He falls like a wave to the sea
I feel his ire weaken
As he releases me
The scent of spruce and balsam
Now claims the thickening air
I must go, for dusk is falling
So I leave him trembling there
Then, lest he appears defeated
He sweeps from the darkening sky
But somehow he has lost his fury
I smile as he rushes by
Janet~
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Ballad of the Wind......
A trickle from the stars above
Draws a tear into my eye
It’s a tender song of love
And sometimes it makes me cry
I can hear upon its moan
Words like ‘gone’ and ‘missing you’
In its rippling undertone
I can hear the color blue……
Ballad of the wind
Seems to me there’s going to be
A continual encore
Music of a rolling sea
Or waves upon a distant shore
And I’m thinking that this song
Can not find a way to end
I will listen all night long
It’s become a sort of friend…….
Ballad of the wind
It’s a chuckle and a sigh
A ripple, and a rush, a roar
It’s ‘hello darling’ and ‘good-bye’
But oh, I think it’s so much more
Its ‘do you really need to go?’
‘When will I see you again?’
I hear the music start to blow…….
In the ballad of the wind
Oh, ballad of the wind
It’s a lonesome lullaby
Crooning from the star-strewn hill
It’s a love song from the sky
Pleading when the night is still
I would dance a little while
On some cold and darkened plain
To the music of your smile
And the ballad of the wind
Oh, the ballad of the wind
Janet~
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Alive......
How much of God we tend to miss
If we are immune to heaven’s kiss
Blind to the shadow of His hand
Moving across sky, sea and land
Have you seen it?
His hand behind the pale ring of the new moon
Have you heard it?
Beneath a frozen brook, hope’s muffled tune
Have you felt it?
Wonder stirring as you gaze upon a fragile rose
Have you tasted it?
The keen wind weeping salty tears as it dips and flows
Have you wept it?
As you see the naked corpse of summer silently lie
Have you walked it?
The road of tear-worn memories ‘neath a painted sky
Have you been mesmerized by a Presence in the thread of dawn?
Have you been taken by the whisper of a small cloud, far-blown?
Have you paused mid-step, completely spell-bound
By a miracle sprouting from the sun-parched ground
Have you been comforted by the tender murmur
Of rain softly falling in a midnight summer
Do we move like mummies wrapped up in life’s shroud?
Oblivious to love screaming from the silent cloud
Oh, how much of Him we tend to miss
If we are numb to heaven’s kiss
Janet~