Happy Anniversay, Robyn and Emily

 A year ago today these two became one...wishing you, Robyn and Emily, many more years of rich blessing from God.

Marriage makes ‘our’ and ‘we’

Instead of ‘my’ and ‘me’

It unites two with this; ‘I do’

And binds them eternally

While we cheer and applaud

And witness vows of love

One sacred kiss signifies this;

A promise sealed by God

Bridegroom and bride, one day

Husband and wife for aye

We pray, God bless with happiness

And love, each come-what-may

© Janet Martin


Love and best wishes from all of us ...

Victoria, Matthew, Melissa, Robyn & Emily, Mom and Dad

Saturday Night Before Thanksgiving Sunday Dinner

All is still, save for thinning willow-song

And bits of brittle leaf scuffling along

Where brooding breeze not yet asleep gives chase

Flirting with *rainbow splatters on the grass

The house tucked in beneath a velvet quilt

Of blue and silver where the moon is spilt

Is quiet now, where all day long it wore

The liveliness of laughter, love and chores

The solitude of almost Sunday falls

To wrap in holy slumber hills and halls

 Upstairs a girl can hardly wait to wake

Dreaming of turkey, pie and carrot cake

© Janet Martin

The last thing Victoria said tonight was, 'Oh, I can't wait until tomorrow! Turkey and dressing, potatoes and gravy, pumpkin pie and carrot cake!'

We are having everyone in for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow:)oops, not everyone...Rob & Emily and Melissa will be here!

Maybe I'll add the recipes later...so tired.  (there is only one way to get the whole house clean and prepare lots of yummy food; stay at it) 

G'night.

* Victoria picked those rainbow splatters in above photos. The leaves are so vivid this year!

We are enjoying some stunning moonlight nights! (my little digital camera does not do it justice!)

For These...a Thanks Giving Song

For sweep of sky to feed the eye

For song of waterfall in trees

For poetry of land and sea

We thank You Lord, for these

For strength to hold time’s moment-gold

For lips to laugh, for hands to seize

The cup that brims with mercy-hymns

We thank You Lord, for these

For days that teach us how to reach

For nights alight with star-frothed seas

For dusk and dawn of gold-pink yawn

We thank you Lord, for these

For words to fill with warmth when chill

Of wind or want would taunt and tease

For grinning joy of girl or boy

We thank You Lord, for these

For garden-wealth, for home, for health

For this, the hope of centuries;

Amazing grace to human race

We thank You Lord, for these

For this new day to thread time’s way

Beyond this broken, begging sod

For hearts to trust in more than dust

For these, we thank you, God

© Janet Martin

It is Thanksgiving Week-end in Canada.

Oh, pray the thanks we give

is simply a continued song

of every day we live

Up early to bake apple and pumpkin pies, cinnamon-snaps (a fall favorite here),Hopefully there might be recipes and pics later today. I say might because it seems Saturdays seldom turn out like I picture them in the morning; trying to balance busyness and breath-catching beauty!

Ways of Dust

We have no choice; we must adjust

To season-summoned ways of dust

Futile to lie prostrate and weep

For crumpled leaves we cannot keep

To say’ I told you so’ is vain

…base boasts upon fellow-mates pain

We have no choice; all must accept

The voice of clocks, stoic, adept

My, how thought splays a shadow-show

Of tender holding-letting-go

Yet we return, for who can fight

The tide that turns morning to night?

We have no choice; we all must bear

Time’s bold ambassador of air

Its naked whisper teases youth

Before that first taste-test of truth

…when, startled by its austere voice

They realize they have no choice

But must endure like all men must

Time’s season-summoned ways of dust

© Janet Martin

By The Persuasion of Moonlight

By the persuasion of moonlight dead lilies are reborn

Etched raven-black on canvas that is blue and gold at morn

And by a faint falsetto of an almost setting breeze

The heart and mind by day confined sets sail on phantom seas

The hour that flung wide the skies like freeways beckoning

Succumbs to the insistent rise and falling way of things

Time’s ball-room floor is littered with the aftermath of day

Where guests save for a few forlorn, have gone their merry way

By the persuasion of moonlight romantic stragglers brave

This other world of black and white and echo-wielding wave

Those fingers that ran lightly over summer-golden grain

Close now and hold more tightly to thought’s intimate refrain

The texture of a night wrapped in the silk of opaque mist

Slides soft across longing and loss to love and life half-kissed

By the persuasion of moonlight and what has come to pass

Of have-and-holds; moonlight unfolds a polished looking glass

© Janet Martin