Friday, March 27, 2015

Soon...






Soon green will gild the barren field
And gold, bold and unfettered
Will wash across colorless dross
As bud-springs are untethered

Soon earth will be reborn beneath
A sea of April’s showers
The hill we climbed a hundred times
Be fresh and new with flowers

At winter-set we will forget
How chill the ill wind blustered
Or how we craved noon well-behaved
‘Neath welkin, cloud-sheep clustered

Soon we will sit where zephyrs flit
Like butterflies o’er fallow
Twilight a chair of friendly air
To watch the swooping swallow

And soon the tune of May and June
Will croon in swooning arches
Where every limb is nature’s hymn
For when March moves, she marches

© Janet Martin

Can you believe its already near the end of March!?

New Reasons To Be Thankful





When life with sundry care to bear
Gives more than we deem our just share
And when the letting go is hard
And leaves us feeling sorrow-jarred
When we question the ‘why’ of it
Or nurse vain self-pity a bit
When it is past we learn at last
New reasons to be thankful

And when over a cup of tea
We think of others’ misery
And how when life poured out its woe
They bore the More of grief, then oh,
We are quite humbled at this thought
Of how life’s obstacles have taught
Us sympathy and then we see
New reasons to be thankful

When disappointment’s stings subside
And we have swallowed our pride
When we with love fully forgive
Then we have learned to fully live
When we have turned the other cheek
Without revenge to seek or speak
But remain kind, then we will find
New reasons to be thankful

© Janet Martin

Happy Birthday, Lucy .
God bless you as you seek to serve Him and shine.
Wasn't it a happy tea-party?

We parted agreeing on this thought; challenges teach us new reasons to be thankful!

Thursday, March 26, 2015

March Maître d’




Lovely sky-flower, 
Sweet solar-plume, 
You have the power 
To set hearts a-bloom!

She is able to beguile
Even misers by Her smile

Weather-forecasters would be hated, I fear
If ever She chose to disappear

(I have heard people rant at the weatherman when the sun has not made an appearance for a while , and he had to remind them that he is merely the messenger and has no power over Her;)

It's Weekly  Wikem-time . Wanna know what that is? See Definition here, then play, won't you?

The Sun is by far the brightest object in the sky; Wikipedia


You wake the world with gold, behold
Another day begins, and we
Seem cheerier somehow, all told
When kissed by heaven’s maître d’

You warm the brook and free its dance
Not with a rough-neck yank and kick
But with caresses you romance
Winter with winsome limerick

…and on the pond where skaters twirled
And whirled while you watched from afar
You reach from some strange outer world
To splash its sash with broken star

…where now the loafing dreamer lies
Reborn beneath your smile as you
Scrawl soft upon earth’s stirring sighs
The sprawling shadow, gray, not blue

…and those of more and middle years
Are suddenly much younger too
As they inhale your elixir
Then dare to dream a dream or two

…beneath you, world-wide super-star
As old as time, still you impress
Each generation, for you are
The maître d’ of happiness

© Janet Martin

Don't you love it when you think it's going to be a cloudy day and suddenly the sun breaks through in a grand Hallelujah Chorus?!

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Like the Wind Shedding a Tear...




 Dusk is donning its cape early on this cold, rain-dreary day...

There is something akin to loneliness in you tonight
But to identify it truly, oh, I cannot, quite
The brooding of your tone vexes what thought cannot attain
…the blue of what has never been nor ever will again

And when you drape your cape beneath dusk’s low, cavernous deep
And when you come to draw me from the fringe of ‘almost sleep’
And when the night lays plush and still against the windowpane
I feel that which never quite was, yet, cannot be again

…and if you would draw nearer I could better see your face
To glean from its expression that which thought cannot quite trace
But you are always only near enough for ear to hear
The essence of your presence; like the wind shedding a tear

The melody that drifts through me when light of day has fled
Echoes the unlearned art of farewell without longing’s thread
Where love binds near and dear though warmth of touch is torn apart
Save for the certainty of you and me still, heart to heart

There is something akin to loneliness in you tonight
But to identify it truly, oh, I cannot, quite
The brooding of your tone vexes what thought cannot attain
…the blue of what has never been nor ever will again

© Janet Martin

"I love this weather", said Victoria as she splashed through the doorway and I laughed out loud because I understood her perfectly!

Reason Versus Feeling...



 “Natural affection only, of all my sentiments, has permanent power over me. Reason, and not Feeling, is my guide…”  Mr. St. John in the book Jane Eyre

Reason reprimands my want
Feeling vexes Reason
Thought, caught in between the taunt
Of goodness and treason

What I should, Reason would do
But bold interjection
Swaddles Feeling with excuse
And hand-foot objection

Nature’s law is kind because
It caters to Feeling
Reason causes us to pause
To sounder appealing

Feeling is a flighty wind
Never out of season
On one hand its change of mind
But on the other, Reason

Sometimes Reason tests me sore
In life’s wheeling-dealing
A vexatious tug-of-war
With the roar of Feeling

But to Reason without Feeling
Were bloodless affection
Let the two then mingle keenly
Rendering me human

© Janet Martin