What You Said..........

You didn’t have to say a word
Your eyes whispered it all
Some things are better spoken
Without syllables
And I would go back there
Again if I could
But wishing and wanting
Never did any good
Though I wonder sometimes
If you hear it too
When the sun has gone down
And the whole world is blue
I remember the first time
You said hello
And what you said without words
So long ago

Janet~

The Deepening Twilight

A hint of sadness tinges
The fading of the sun
Like the sighing fringes
Of a summer almost gone
Its resignation hovers
Like a vague, translucent shroud
With dark and mumbling colors
Of a distant thunder-cloud

The deepening of the twilight
Intensifies desire
I slip my hand across the night
Absorb the wind-song choir
A barren landscape shivers
‘Neath this purple lullaby
As its soft passion quivers
Like a teardrop in my eye

It falls away in murmurs
Like the dying of a day
And I can’t help but wonder
If it’s always been this way
A silent resignation
As we turn another page
A wordless affirmation
Of a thing called ‘middle-age’

Janet~

A Tip for Kids about Moms..........

Don't ask her at night when her head is so tired
If you can do that or this......
If you wait until morning after her coffee
Who knows.......she just might say 'yes'!!!

J~

I just read that smelling coffee can actually be
just as good as drinking it!
Not true!!!!! I tried that:)

See You Soon.....

Minutes compile
Expand
Pushing hours between us
Then days
Weeks
‘A little while’
Stretches into an eternity
And seeing you soon
Is like peering through a haze
At the moon
Or to the shore
On the other side of the sea
A little piece of me
Stays
With you
Every time you leave
And a little piece of you
Sustains me in between
Each good-by and hello
As the ebb and flow
Of years
Lines our faces
With tears
Of both joy and sorrow
Love's tender traces
Maybe tomorrow
‘Soon’ will be
Just a day away

Janet~

The phrase 'see you soon'
often makes me a little sad.
How soon is 'soon'?

You........#2

It’s more than the comfortable feeling
Of slipping into a favorite pair of jeans
Or the warmth in the air
When your face is almost touching mine
Or the rush of expectation
As ball-point touches paper
The passion in a perfect word
It’s more than the meeting of glances
Across the room
Or seeing the icicle plunge to the ground
Because the sun was too warm
And the sky perfect blue
No……..the thrill I feel
In a moment like this
Can only be described in one word
You

Janet~

Vegetable Soup

Wash, peel, chop, slice
Measure, feel, pour, dice
This is my dance
Choreographed for me
Suiting my hands
Color and harmony
Of the purest kind
A gentle ballet
For the eye and the mind
Carrots orange, turnips yellow
Savory, warm, aroma mellow
Potatoes, cabbage, peppers, beans
White, purple, reds, greens
Here is nourishment for the soul
Season, cook, place into bowl
Supper time, rally the troops
M-m-m-m good, love served as vegetable soup

Janet~

I love making soup.
There is a pure kind of therapy
In chopping, dicing, slicing….
And preparing a good, wholesome supper.

Prelude to Spring.........

It’s a stirring within dead stillness
Silence without a name
Evoking an urgent longing
To press it from whence it came
An ambience of expectation
Hovering in the brush
Beneath still-life submission
I sense a deeper push
As waters burst the barriers
Of winter's frozen shell
The rush of silver laughter
Now tunes the murmuring dell
A quickening of pulses
Deep within the earth
A stirring of the senses
An imminent re-birth
The harbor of hope’s promise
Cradled in bud and limb
A deep and soundless wakening
Prelude to nature’s hymn


Janet~

I did go on a trek yesterday afternoon.
The grayness did not hold its usual biting chill.
There’s not enough snow left to ski on the fields so
I walked, feeling like an unwanted intruder
Breaking the wind-swept stillness……..

Quiet.......

The lee is dark and silent now
Even the wind has ceased to blow
The shadows fade into the deep
And all the children are asleep
The quiet reaches to the star
Darling, I wonder where you are………..

Is it quiet where you are too?
Is the sky purple or blue?
Is the silence dark and deep?
I wonder if you are asleep
I pause but there is no reply
Save for the moon up in the sky


J~

I sat on the deck tonight
with a cup of coffee,
the silence broken by
the howl of the dog next door
calling for his owner who is......
no more.