Sailing Aboard a Flower-field...

Victoria asked me if it's cold today, as she got out of bed and I told her, 'not as cold as it was in the dream I was dreaming when the alarm went off'! In my dream we had a big snowfall and I was marveling and saying I can't remember ever having snow like this in July!(it is cool here but not THAT cold;-) Last night when I was biking I saw a field that looked like snowfall...it was gorgeous! the farmer is a bee-keeper and he plants flower fields filled with clover, flea-bane and other wild-blooms. I've never seen a field actually planted with it! (I took a few photos but was under such severe mosquito attack I could not linger even a moment)

Lush frigate anchors in a sweep of summer-gentle sea

Its cargo of wild-bloom knee-deep spills rampant on its berth

Where we, the passengers that loll upon its decks of earth

Are fully spoiled to keep such fair and flawless company

This sea-breeze smells of jasmine, clover; dust and dew nuance

The fare costs ‘but an hour’; save for less-stressed tourists, three

As arm in arm, we stroll and sip freedom like fine sweet tea

And reacquaint ourselves with a long-forgotten romance

We do not carry clocks aboard this ferry; Fancy-free

The dinner-bell is pink and smells of honey; lunch is served

Wherever we can toss a quilt; its roofless awning curved

In far-off blue to earth’s edges of sedge and fantasy

Come, all aboard, the captain, namely Summer Dusk, soft-hails

And folds the banner of a sun-gold sky across a barge

Of daisy, lazy maybe-dreams; then, at no extra charge

After daylight has settled He pours stars into its sails

© Janet Martin

A Tender Gentleness

With all the rain we've been having the creek-beds are lush bird and bloom sanctuaries!

When daylight softly fading fills the sky and frames the hills

With colors none can imitate by He who holds the sills

Over which every day no matter how gladsome or sad

Surrenders to Forever Faraway the All it had

When overtures and undertows and throughways coalesce

Into deep velvet blue of vesper-song and star caress

When what is, is what was and what was increases its store

As twilight takes this day into the Land of Nevermore

When creek-beds brushed with bloom are tucked beneath blankets of dew

And sleepy little girls are goodnight-kissed, and laddies too

It stirs within my heart of hearts a tender gentleness

Where daylight softly fades and fills my thought with thankfulness

© Janet Martin

Time Well Tasted

I’d like to say when daylight fades

And all its moments hasted

That it, like sweetness on the tongue

Was Time well tasted

I’d like to think as dusk beams pink

Where dark will soon erase it

That I with mouth, thought, hands and eyes

Held Time well tasted

I’d like to savor mercy’s favor

…not greed-emaciated

But vow to feed my daily need

With Time well tasted

I’d like to share what I can spare

And not unduly borrow

Lest dull, I wipe my bulging jowls

On my neighbor's sorrow

I’d like to smile at my last mile

To know life was not wasted

But it will be a legacy

Of Time well tasted

© Janet Martin

Off to do some tasting…

h-m-m-m, I think I taste laundry soap!

Wishing for all of us a fully tasted day!

Equilibrium...

Rich enough to be showered with hours

But poor enough to marvel

At flowers

Rich enough to understand my place

But poor enough to

Cherish grace

  

Rich because I have loved and been loved

But poor as to never love

Quite enough

Rich, because I hold a piece of bread

But poor enough always to

Bow my head

Poor by standards of humanity

But rich with inheritance

Eye cannot see

© Janet Martin

It's true; hubby sometimes sighs and says he wishes I had a dollar for every poem I've ever written but the end of every dollar is disappearance...

I'm glad for every poor poet 
that picked up his quill
to commit to page
what is with us still!!