Saturday, October 28, 2017

Of Waning Leaf-applause



Sharing a few awesome autumn masterpieces captured
as I shuttle Daughter from music-lesson to driving-lesson to friend's house etc.
It's like driving through an art-gallery! 
Yes, even in the rain:)




The yard, a cardamom leaf-pond
The air a shawl of tears
The heart, awash with here and gone
Like ocean-pummeled piers

The salt of sorrow seasons joy
How bittersweet its taste
Where yester-hour’s girl and boy
Shoulders vectors of haste

The green that sprouted summer’s whoop
Is sere and silent now
Save for the wind that strums the stoop
That missed the mill somehow

The garden is asleep yet leaps
With blooms of yesterday
Where furrows fold but cannot keep
An echo-world at bay

The rawness of fall’s fond caress
Stirs Something stark and sure
Its surge of love and loneliness
Merges loss and allure

…where we are always on the verge
Of what will be, what was
Encapsulated in a splurge
Of waning leaf-applause

© Janet Martin

Feeling Fall







Nature’s nutmeg nuances titillate the naked eye
Cinnamon-ginger splashes scintillate declining leaf
Earth is a buffet laden with squash soup and pumpkin pie
Yum, yum we hum and savour autumn’s sighing stoop and sheaf

Posh pink and purple flowers cease; snuffed like starlight at dawn
Blossoms burn out and strew the ash of wonder’s seraph-hymn
The sash that binds the clash of earth and sky turns red and bronze
Before mulled hue of gray and blue culls color from the limb

The day turns dark at dinner now; the lights of home-sweet-home
Dot dusky streets like welcome beacons to work-weary throngs
The smell of supper mingled with wood-smoke evokes a poem
Stoked by echoes of childhood and time’s very present songs

Change moves its mouth against my ear; it whispers Wild Unknowns
And makes me taste more slowly the haste poured from Here to There
A wine fine-pressed of apples, grapes and pungent undertones
It steals my breath where life and death hang heavy on the air

How is it, farewell tugging hard on heart-strings, throbs and thrills
And drapes around our being a mantle of glorious grief
Want, torn between the weaning wind that veers and sobs, instills
With vexatious arousal, wild hunger and sweet relief

© Janet Martin






Friday, October 27, 2017

Sunrise

The path of the righteous is like the morning sun,
shining ever bright til the full light of day.
Prov.4:18

Glorious 'hellos' from the heavens this week!






Like a whisper in the welkin
Like a bow slid sweet and slow
On a violin of heavens
In a nocturne-crescendo
Like a giggle on the skyline
Like a candle in the dark
Like a light and shadow artist
Painting pictures on the park
Like a bud of rose unfolding
Into flower full of bloom
Like a blazoning of trumpet
Over earth’s mist-mantled room
After distant drum-roll prelude
On a deep, blue brooding stage
Like an opera-singer reaching
For the last note on the page
Like the apron of a matron
With a pocket spilling gold
Like the laughter from a heaven
That should be wrinkled and old
Like a medal for the runner
In the middle of a race
Like a kiss to seal God’s order
To extend love’s day of grace
Like a grand band euphonious
Like a royal wedding march
Like a hallelujah chorus
In a glorious vaulted arch
Like a masterpiece arrangement
On a coral music sheet
Like top-dollar entertainment
To a world-wide front-row seat
Charging nothing for the wonder
Of hope’s color-splendored Prize
Like pink cotton-candy thunder
Is the waking of the skies

© Janet Martin


Thursday, October 26, 2017

How Doth A Little Day?

A tug upon the heart-string
Earth is full of lullaby...



A tap upon the shoulder
And a kiss upon the cheek
And we are one day older
Then another, then a week
Ah tell me Father Time, pray tell,
How doth the little day
With mite-y boon of tick-tock knell
Soon whisk its while away

A fellow full of wishes
And a wee gal full of charm
Kitchen sink full of dishes
Autumn applesauce, still warm
A baby full of ‘precious’
And a mother full of love
And an hour that soon meshes
With past’s endless echo-trove

A trundle through the woodland
Flower-flurried with farewell
A dally in the garden
Where the bloom of summer fell
Meander through the meadow
Wander through a gallery
to marvel at sun-shadow
-art hanging from sky and tree

A tug upon the heart-string
Earth is full of lullaby
A hug, hello my darling
There you go, good-bye, goodbye
Ah tell me Master of the clock
How doth the little day
With mite-y boon of tick and tock
Whisper a life away

© Janet Martin