Thursday, October 15, 2015

Mr. Fall-wind

The day was mellow yellow, then suddenly the wind took the afternoon in its teeth and shook it like a mad dog!
  

He drops puddles in the driveway
He rips petals from the trees
...chases leaves across the garden
Rakes the air with stormy seas

He pulls the sun from its garden
Like a flower stripped of bloom
Without asking please or pardon
He becomes a giant broom

He tosses Falls leaf-tresses
Tousles every tinted peak
Rough-houses Her poise with kisses
Against his unshaven cheek

Then he tires of his riot
Or is it a bit of guilt?
 Suddenly the earth is quiet
Tucked beneath a leaf-spun quilt

Janet~

That's the way fall is, a see-saw of rain and sun. 
After a hefty thunderstorm the wind scuttled away
and the sun is shining
but the temps dropped!!


Autumn's Song of the Soul





Flowers climb hills into rills spilling wonder
Silences thunder with nature’s applause
Oh, what is man that such infinite grandeur
Lavishes visage with plumed o-o-o-o-h-s and a-a-a-a-a-a-h-s

Borne on a breeze that strips trees in its laughter
Surges a sonnet that startles thought’s ears
Caught in the middle of before and after
Now siphons moments into gathered years

Time is a tempest; man, blessed with its mercy
By He who ordains its four-season sweep
Sorrow is love in Time's most sacred beauty
Manifested in the tears that we weep

Death broods, woos woodlands back to earth; the hour
Of that transition to its birthplace, dust
Whets an awareness to savor the flower
As all life approaches this severing Must

Oh, be not bitter, this come-hither calling
Touches the air like a harp tunes The Whole
Soft, to the tempo of autumn’s leaf falling
A Maestro composes the song of the soul

© Janet Martin

 Today my heart is like a happy-sad waterfall as I clean out the garden...
Well, I pulled out the cabbage, peppers and tomatoes...

...but when it came to pulling out the flowers I just couldn't do it!

so I didn't ;-)

To Time's New-comers




This poem-shot is taken from a little book of poetry by John Pudney.
 Aren't you glad John Pudney pressed some of his heart-pieces to paper for Time's Newcomers?

In this journey of pressing
Heart-pieces to paper
Of baring and sharing
What Mind dares to wager…

In this passage of wishing
And kissing while Wanting
Gapes soulful in fathoms
Twixt touch-and-taste taunting…

In this leap of learning
Where love comforts losses
Where laughter apposes
Longing’s albatrosses..

In this expedition
Of lips and fingertips
Of poring, exploring
What soft-steadily slips…

In this sweep of seasons
Splashing from Time’s jar
What a blessed bunch of novice
Fellow-travelers we are

© Janet Martin

so, because none of us
has had a trial run,
a prep-course,
a practice session,
a re-turn, 
a second-time-around
and because
we are all students
in the school of life
we need each other
's grace
because all
any of us has
are each other
and another day
to try again

...and all by the grace of God!

 Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit,
but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves;
do not merely look out for your own personal interests,
 but also for the interests of others. 
Phil. 2:3-4

What's Your Style?



The sky had a blue-grey tinge and the early morning sun illuminated Mother Nature's tree tops with a rusty glow so glorious I wanted to  send her a blank check...
  John Greenwood @ Raining Iguanas

(after reading John's post I promise you will feel the same way!)

slurp it 
or sip it 
or chew it 
or grip it
or stroke it 
or poke it 
or  
just simply sit
chase it
embrace it
indulge in
its graces
but 
whatever you do, love
Don't miss it! 

Walk it
and talk it
or
stroll it in silence
touch it
and taste it
ramble,
amble,
dash,
Dare to plunge
into
the thick
of Time's offering
Lest we miss 
the bliss
of its sparkle and
splash

Janet






Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Today is Like a Little Bridge



OctPoWriMo day 14: What is on the bridge between yesterday and tomorrow?


Today is like a little bridge
That spans the gap between
The misted vale of morrow
And what has already been

Beneath this little bridge that spans
What was to what will be
Abide the everlasting hands
Of God, for you and me

What was will not return again
And who knows what will be?
Today bridges the gap twixt Past
And opportunity

Yesterday and tomorrow are
Time’s after and before
Today is like a bridge between
Each far and phantom shore

Today spans from regret to hope
The scaffold of God's grace
Bridges the gap to what remains
From what none can erase

 

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

October Skies



October hangs up one masterpiece after another!


October skies are like a prize for eyes
Wild tumbled hues of gray-gold-blue surprise 
Awe cannot be detailed, regaled with word
October skies inspire sighs soft-stirred

Beneath the heath of heaven seasons brim
Time’s hierarchy an ever-shifting scrim
Common moments are something to behold
...October hangs skies, blue-gray-blush and gold

Above October gardens decomposed
Skies bloom, celestial Masterworks exposed
Earth’s room has window-seats where we can sit
Sunrise and sunset fill the frame of it

Ten-thousand-thousand miracles expire
No one can name them, heaven is on fire
With October and possibility
Its skies surprise prayers with humility

The roof of earth pokes through leaf canopies
October lowers awnings, fills its eaves
With clash of tempests, joy-grief filigree
Where one without the other cannot be

October skies are Paradise half-told
To we, poised on earth’s blue-dot pot of gold
Where we exclaim, as if discovery
Were thought's first prize; October's skies are free

© Janet Martin

yes, even late-day, slate-gray skies bear a brave beauty!