Joy

In every life
Teardrops must fall
But joy is the halo
That crowns them all

Janet~

Get-away......

Take me away from the noise of the highway
Away from the well-beaten track
Allow me to wander the courses of nature
With only the wind at my back
Here in the temple of pine tree and hemlock
Time suddenly stands still
Here let me listen…..to nothing but silence
Drifting over the hill
Take me away from the starkness of duty
Bathed in earth’s comfort and calm
For there’s nothing as sacred as God-given beauty
Played out in nature’s palm

Janet~

Lady in Blue.....

The hem of her cloak
Drapes softly across the earth
In rich blue folds

The gleam of her brooch
Draws every eye
To the brilliant jewel of gold

She is most assuredly
The queen of the ball tonight
Spectators of her beauty are we

Speechless, with awe and wonder
We marvel at the sight
As she ravishes us with humility

Janet~

Observations of the Day......

I do not care
For speaking in riddles

We have two choices
Take it or leave it

Poetry, most often seems to be
A sequence of classic confusion

If laughter had a color
It would be lilac and silver

Dreamers and lovers
Are often disappointed

Silence speaks more profoundly
Than a myriad of loose chatter

We gather things
Only to watch them slip away

God’s word is……
An immortal faithful compass

Janet~

Gray.....

...and now the painting is complete

She puts down the brush

and contemplates the colors of the day

in the quiet midnight hush

Maybe tomorrow there will be

A few less shades of gray

Janet~

I looked up to see how far it was to the top

of the hill

I could barely discern the line between snow and sky

I looked around me

nothing but countless shades of gray!

Clarity......

For all the things that life may send
That we can never understand
There are some things so dear and good
That cannot be misunderstood
Warm arms,
I love you, Mom
Supper was great
It's good to be home
Will you read to me?
Can I hug you good-night?
Thank-you for everything
It's gonna be alright
You look nice
In that shade of blue
Thank-you, darling
I love you too

Janet~

Realizations.....

She thought it was sorrow….
A steel blue numbing of the senses…….

She thought it was a raging river
But even rivers freeze in bitter cold…..

She thought it was hope
That small rift in the cloud….

She thought it was something…..
And it was.

Cold.
Bitter.
Truth

Janet~

Winter's Brook......

Its laughter is cold and silent today
The sparkling ripple is frozen and gray
Her palm, a sleek, powdered wild-life highway
Winding through brush and field
Somber its avenue shrouded and still
No magic or music nature’s palace to fill
Frozen in time against its restless will
But soon her passion will yield
To the kiss of the sun and the sigh of the breeze
To the mellowing zephyrs that whisper and tease
Her laughter echoing river and seas
As she flings aside winter’s shield

Janet~

I returned to the brook while skiing today……….
But there was no chatter or greeting so gay
The chilling hand of winters grip
Had stilled the laughter on her lip…………