But Never You...

Time has a habit of stealing

Its moments from my grip

Scarcely I touch or feel them

Before silently they slip

And seal or steal their memory

Where Time cannot return

Some I relinquish gladly

For others soft, I yearn…

And some, mercy’s dear kindness

Allows me to forget

Instead of being weighted

Forever with regret

Others, I never ponder

As they slip into the blue

And some are full of wonder

And mystery

And

You…

I may forget ‘most everything

By the time

This life is through

But never,

Oh, my darling

Never

Ever

You…

© Janet Martin

Leave then, November, If You Must

Leave then, leave

If you must

Over a carpet

Of first-snow dust

Over the skyline

To bygones beyond

Over the quiet

Of platinum ponds

Over the slumbering

Wild-bloom in the earth

Over the platoon

Of June’s frozen mirth

Over the farmer

Who smiles as he sleeps

Over the woodland

Where stripped willow weeps

Over the moments

That ceaselessly rush

Over the meadow

Of full moon flush

Leave then, November

Leave if you will

Winter is treading

The sky with its chill

© Janet Martin

A re-vamped version of Over...written for July

Snowfall Seduction

Always your beauty compels me to love you

Soundless, your cadence seduces my will

As hilltop and hollow and hemlock you thrill

From infinite well-springs far, far above you

Always your tumble of gentle persuasion

Draws me toward you in spite of my will

To bolt every shutter and door to your chill

You kiss my window in quiet temptation

And thus I am drawn to your passion so pure

Free-falling diamonds without reservation

I am a child now of foot-loose elation

Heaven unrivaled creates such allure

Always your descent softens my misgiving

Soothing my nurtured premonitions of dread

With carefree abandon you land on my head

Suddenly I am in love, and forgiving

© Janet Martin

Wonderful Wonder

High and holy is the hand

Beneath which mankind bows

Though we may never understand

What perfect love allows

The gate to Eden sealed its bliss

At that first mortal sin

Its curse remains; we bear witness

Of evil’s sorrowing

But love will never be out-done

Though trials come and go

Because of love God sent His Son

To earth so long ago

His high and holy visage wept

To know our hopeless plight

And to the earth He gave His best

On that first Christmas night

And though the evil ages roll

And we cry ‘where is hope?’

His high and holy hands control

Beyond our meager scope

He did not leave us to our guilt

Wallowing helplessly

On Calvary His blood was spilt

For all humanity

And perfect love broke Satan’s curse

We are not doomed for aye

The Master of the universe

Has washed our guilt away

His high and holy hands were pierced

For our iniquity

The Lamb was meek, the Lion fierce

With love that sets us free

On that first Christmas long ago

Christ came from God above

So even now mankind may know

The wonder of His love

© Janet Martin

Come Morning Light

The night is empty

Save for the swoon

Of shadow and silver

Beneath the full moon

I should be dreaming

Tucked warm in my bed

But I choose the high noon

Of midnight instead

Fantasy swirls

Like the steam from my cup

Women become girls

When the moon is up

Infinitely gentle

The hands of the night

And I’ll be a woman

Come morning light

© Janet Martin

November Dirge

Tonight when the twilight

Slips over the day

You will be gone

Your bleak robe of gray

Tucked in beneath

Your discourse spent

The earth a vale

Of abandonment

Withered leaves scuttle

Through alley and park

Wood-smoke spirals

Into deep blue dark

And the grim breeze wanders

Its indifference

Restless with winter’s

Keen imminence

Tonight when lights dim

You will slip from earth’s stage

Beyond subtle scrim

Of Time’s turning page

Flinging perhaps

As you turn to go

Against darkened windows

Your kisses of snow

In unison flicker

Approach and retreat

Coalesce then you’re gone

Time’s bittersweet

Essence lingers

As the blackened sky

Claims you forever,

Good-bye, good-bye

© Janet Martin

From 'Moo' to You

Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a milk poem. This could be about the moo-juice kind of milk. Or it could explore milk metaphorically, as in the expression “milk of human kindness.” Of course it could also be about the act of milking something. And no, it doesn’t have to be nourishing.

Sip it, gulp it

Chocolate, white

Perfect beverage

Day or night

With your cookies

On its own

Fortifying

Teeth and bones

Satisfying

Healthy too

Won’t you have

A glass of ‘moo’?

Good for baby

Kids, grandmas

Favorite drink

for Santa Claus

In the blender

With your fruit

In a pot

Of creamy soup

Cold, nutritious

Splash of silk

Won’t you have

A glass of milk?

© Janet Martin

Love Poem

I have not loved you

Like this in quite awhile

Darling, let me touch you

Beneath your shy half-smile

Where mere words are not needed

And oft misunderstood

Oh darling, let me love you

Like you wish I would

Darling, I have not loved you

In quite this way before

But when you look at me like this

I want to explore

Your tender, unshaped longing

I see it in your eyes

I feel it in your heart-beat

And hear it in your sighs

Darling, let me love you

Not with grasp of skin on skin

But with a kindred fellowship

Of quiet listening

Where want meets, unrequited

On a snowy afternoon

And love meets every longing

Hush, the kids will be home soon…

© Janet Martin