Beginnings..........

The cool fall dusk settles at our feet
With a hint of wood-smoke in the air
Mingled with the heady scent of leaves
And fields returning a vacant stare
Where just a month or two ago
Oceans of emerald, tan and gold
Shimmered, but tonight there is no ebb and flow
Of rippling wheat fields, only cold…….

……bare dirt, with here and there a bird
Scavenging for summer’s last remain
And in the far-off reaches of the earth
Somewhere……
…………summer begins again

~Janet Martin~

Touching Him......

She could not reach him there
But she could hear his laughter
In the cool slumbering air
She could not look into his eyes
But sometimes she could see them
In the blue of the skies
She could not hold his hand
As she did in the summer
When they raced ‘cross the sand
No, she could not reach him there
So she tenderly covered him
In a blanket of prayer

~Janet~

Make-up......

All the concealer,
All the foundation,
All the cover-up
All the rouge
Blush
Glitter
Liner
Eye-shadow
Lip-stick
Polish
Dye
Highlights
Botox
Injections
Surgery
Cannot cover up
Who we really are
Or do a single thing
To make one beautiful

~Janet~

A Tiny Relenting......

I fell in love today
The blue and gold afternoon
Swept me away
And little by little
I began to relent
To the shove of the wind
To the sweet-musky scent
As the leaves turned in circles
At my reluctant feet
And the chill in the purple
Shadows bid me retreat
Back to the puddle of sun on the grass
Where I lay like a child
And watched the low gray clouds pass……
I returned to the bed of fair summer bloom
Wilted and dead, void of fragrant perfume
And the sudden sorrow tugged
Like a tear in my eye
And the weight in my throat
Made me think I might cry
If I had not fallen in love today
When the blue and gold afternoon
Swept me away

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Janet Martin

Marriage..........

I think like a woman
And you think like a man
And somewhere in the middle
We must meet if we can
..and if we do not
Instead of wedlock
We get dead lock……..
Marriage, it seems to me
Is not really marriage until
Consummation is the unity
Of body and of will


~Janet~

Soon.............

Soon the last leaf will have fallen
And soon all the red will be gone
Soon all the birds that are calling
To fairer domains will have flown
Soon misty hills of gray-purple
Will gleam with a silver hue
And our foot-steps will soon be muffled
On a snow-covered avenue

Soon the sound of your laughter
Will begin to fade away
Up past the star-studded rafter
And into the clouds of gray
As we vainly try to remember
Your smile, your voice, its tone
The cold bleak wind of November
Weeps on a cold grave stone

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Janet Martin

Dreamer's Yard

We laughed that day, and walked for miles
On the deserted railway track
Which now they’ve taken away in the name of progress
And with it, a piece of the past
A trail of silent paradise
Meandering ‘neath layered skies
Through fields of blissful solitude
Along the fringe of deep dark wood
Earth's heaven scented with tar and rust
Heat waves shimmering from the rocks and dust
We walked its weather-beaten path
Where daisies smiled and blue days laughed
And young girls dreamed; but in rash disregard
They stripped away the dreamer’s yard

Janet Martin
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Pleasure......

There are so many little things
To stir my heart with pleasure
But in this life where time has wings
I love the hour of leisure
Life seeks to enslave us to
Our cares and endless duty
Sometimes we need an our or two
To drink in this life’s beauty

Before the night-wind sings her tune
Before the lonesome dove
Will solemnly and sadly croon
Her farewell song of love
Before the purple shadows climb
Across the twilight hours
Can we take a little time
To drift among the flowers?

The flowers of ten-thousand hues
Raining like crimson snow
Upon the silent avenues
Of summer’s faded glow
There are so many little things
Designed to bring us pleasure
But I desire the joy life brings
Within the hour of leisure

I could speak quite endlessly
Of nature’s boundless glory
It stirs the fire of life in me
And eases grief and worry
A brand new canvas every day
A painting I can treasure
Oh do not let life slip away
Without an hour of leisure

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Janet Martin

We all have our own version of what brings us pleasure.....
but one of my daughters enjoys the songs of nature
much like I.......we have had great times together!!!