Gardening Haiku

Digging and dreaming,

Peas, beans, squash, greens, tomatoes

Perfect spring garden

Weeding and hoeing

Pruning, staking, gathering

Summer sweat-drops pour

Rustling after-math

Trial and error complete

Autumn’s garden sighs

Pure, pristine canvas

Buried dreams begin to nudge

Winter’s garden sleeps

Digging and dreaming,

Peas, beans, squash, greens, tomatoes

Perfect spring garden…

© Janet Martin~

Yes, that’s pretty much it!

Yet, it is the best therapy I know!

Favourite Foods Haiku

Poetics Aside Prompt: For today’s prompt, think of a favorite regional cuisine, make that the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. For instance, you may title your poem something like “Brunswick Stew,” “Deep Dish Pizza,” or “Jambalaya,” though the poem doesn’t exactly have to be about food.

 Favorite Foods Haiku

Oatmeal and wheat germ
Add ground flax and honey
Favorite breakfast

***

Fresh greens, red onion
Kidney beans and sharp cheddar
Simple salad bliss

Janet~

A Little Thinkin'...

What a gift is

This weariness

Not merely oppressing

Dreariness

But simply the effect

Of toil and duty

A tired Mother

Love’s hard-earned beauty

***

To have much to do

Is God’s gift of love

I bow humbly in thanks

To the Giver above

***

There are many words

Whispering; oh, how they beseech

Detained on a fringe; lingering

Just beyond my reach

***

If the flip-side of joy is sorrow

Come what may…

Is the flip-side of today, tomorrow

Or yesterday?

***

Leave your worry and care

and do not despair

at the unknown that murmurs dark warning

My mother always said

Just go to bed

Things will look brighter in the morning

(I find myself repeating those words to my kids…and I have lived to see they are true!)

Janet~

Dreamland Unbarred

( I commented to the kids tonight how tired and ragged that pine tree appears after yesterday's tempest)

When April’s smile

Has nestled awhile

On this blue puddle

Referred to as Earth

When she has spun

From threads of sun

A garment of green-leaf

To warm its girth

When the slighted stance

Of winter’s romance

Melts in defeat

Beneath her caress

When skeletal limbs

Are feathered with grins

And every tree

Is a graceful princess

When robin-lay

And break of day

Unite to greet

The morning star

The gardener sings

As the Gate-keeper swings

The door to digging

And dreamland ajar

© Janet Martin

I think the gardener and the farmer sing...
(I'm watching the dust fly in neighboring fields as a few of the farmers are seeding)
...as they enter a new season of dreams aka. Hope:)

Fantasy Poem

Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a science fiction or fantasy poem

It seems entirely

Out-of-character

For this logical

And practical mother

To don glass slippers

And an evening gown

As her pumpkin chariot

Draws her to town

It does not seem

Like her at all

To attend

a midnight ball

With the rest of her kind

Parental royalty

Dressed up like they were

Twenty-three

We had forgotten

Until given a chance

That we were weightless air

As we danced and danced

Until the tolling clock

In the old church tower

Reminded us primly

Of the waning night-hour

We tipped the door-man

Or was it a lion?

Climbing onto the bare back

Of a prancing white stallion

With a flourish we departed

Sailing over the trees

Oh Pegasus, tell me kindly

What they put in the punch…please?

© Janet Martin

National Haiku Day

Prayer transports man's hope
on lucid wings of wee faith
to God's loving care

***

Buds soften in rain
Petals push against dark odds
Coloring our world

***

The absence of you
Bittersweet moment of bliss
Waiting for your kiss

***

A Moment on Moments...

Flickers of joy

Shadows of sorrow

Live in today

And not in tomorrow

Why tarnish the present

With uncertainty?

Worry is the employer

Of futility

A thief of moments

Forever lost

For tomorrows bridges

Have never been crossed

And tomorrow’s battles

Have never been won

So live in the moment

Before it is gone

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34

If You Had Asked Me...

If you had asked me

I would most likely have said

Keep them…

Keep all of them

And then I would have covered

With my hand the one I thought most beautiful

But God,  You know better than I

The unfolding of time takes moments even in the giving

So you take them

All of them

As You give them,

All of them

And cover my hand

With Yours

Making each moment

The most beautiful

Moment of all

© Janet Martin