Time Marches On...

Time Marches On  
(I thought about this song while I was running:) it makes me feel OLD! If you click the center wheel on the mouse on the link it will open to the song...it suits the slide-show somehow, impressing on the heart, the passage of time...Live laugh, love, pray! That is my motto every day!

We wrote about seasons today on the Poetics Aside prompt....obviously that draws the mind to the swift passage of time...as I was out tonight it felt like last spring was only an arm's length behind me, not a year's length! I'm sharing the photos I took on my evening trek:)

How swift the little seasons pass
A sigh upon earth's plot of grass
How soon the daffodil will lie
Against the mulch of days done by
Back to the earth where life began
And every fickle day of man

How swift our little toil is done
A transient moment in the sun
How futile life would be; how vain
If it were merely mortal gain
Without a soul hope would be grass
Beneath a sky where seasons pass

Janet Martin~

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
and man became a living soul.Gen.2:7

Strength of Endearment

Oceans of yearning

Can swallow the sky

Its lone hint of existence

A tear in the eye

Heartache can dwarf

Eternity

Yet is quietly shouldered

In humility

The strength of endearment

Is in love’s release

It is in relinquishment

That we can find peace

Butterfly moments

Flickers of gold

We ought not to squander

What we cannot hold

© Janet Martin

Watching the Sky Go By...

They swell; vast, billowed vessels

In twenty shades of gray

Suspended, low and lumbering

Adrift on heaven’s bay

Above them azure nothingness

Extends to heaven’s door

I watch from earthen thresholds,

Just a speck upon its floor

The sassy breezes tumble, stumble

Laugh and sob and weep

Confused as I beneath a sky

Of dizzy, drifting deep

© Janet Martin

Spring Poet

 Image Source: my-castles-in-the-air.blogspot.com

She pours her mirth

Upon the earth

In rainbow chivalry

The emerald hill

The daffodil

The blushing cherry tree

The crimson guile

Of tulip-smile

The azure of the sky

Mirrored upon

The rippling pond

And in the wee lad’s eye

In glee unfurled

She sweeps the world

 Her generosity

Leaving behind

For pensive mind

A world of poetry

© Janet Martin

April's Celestial Shepherdess

 

She laughs

herding her woolly flocks

to farther pasture's

with passionate

smile

Then she weeps,

her tears softening

earth-leather cusp

Her eyes beguile

the tightly clenched bud

She scowls

An icy stare

Conceals her mirth

hope turns to mud

as restless sheep
crowd about her...

trample her skirts,  but

then she smiles

...sheep scatter

as tulip rivers

color the earth

© Janet Martin

Seems we have a moody one going today!

Five Senses Poem

As I kiss

The salt on your skin

Inhale your scent

Caress your cheek

Absorb your warmth

You begin to undo

My best defense

I heed your

Unformed suggestions

The begging in your eyes

As I realize

I

Love

Baked potatoes

© Janet Martin

NaPoWriMo asks us to write using our five senses today!

Circle of Life...

From spring bud,
to
Summer flower
to
Autumn Relinquishment
to
Winter's silver hour


Janet~

Poetics Aside Prompt: Seasons

Season of Life

Poetics aside Prompt:  Seasonal Poem

Season of Trust

Since we are not heavenly creatures
but of dust
we go through times and seasons
where all we can do
...is trust

When you asked me the if's and why's and 'but's
I fell upon my knees
and cried out, God, oh help me trust
You; please, please, please

Janet~

***
 Season of Forgiveness

I can hold onto resentment and anger
refusing to forgive

or I can accept your apology,
and know what it is to live

Janet~

***
 Season of Hope

A new day dawns
Opportunity waits
The best to come
Pours from its gates

Janet~

Season of Patience

We cannot rush
the bud from its pod
The bloom would be mangled and marred
We cannot push
Beyond the will of God
But wait: even when it is hard

Janet~

Season of Love

It fills me with pleasure
But even greater pain
It drives me to hope
When hoping seems vain

Oh beautiful, tormenting
Mystery
My hollow, my fulness
Joy, misery

I strained to see Love
As I wept of its loss
God opened my eyes
And showed me a cross

Janet~