First Day of Autumn Poem

Worn wind wanders wooded wild

Leaf-song is its summer-child

Swift, suave generations falter

Time’s cradle; consummate alter

Wish and whimsy cannot keep

Broken blossoms from their sleep

Like free-thinkers laud rebellion

Dreamer's cling to leaf-medallion

Pretty posy, fair art thou

Yet soon, soon thy head wilt bow

We are like a field of flowers

All of life must yield to hours

Lilt of lavender, oh my

How you tease the breeze and I

But no gardener can garner

Summer, save in jelly-larders

Whiff of wonderment is Time

Twisted stubble-pocked rose-rhyme

Taste its salt-tears where surrender

Succumbs first to autumn splendor

©Janet Martin

Yesterday the weatherman said its looks like Autumn is going to make amends for what some called a ‘bummer of a summer’!

I'm not sure if every-one's google-page looks the same but today's first day of autumn page just makes one smile and feel good! 

September Kissed Her

Bliss it is to be like this

Tangled in her twist of mist

Sage plumage September-kissed

Love is laced with amethyst

Tapestry of teeming tree

Majesty of mulled, hulled lea

Moment-mustered infantry

Spills sun-sparkles on life’s sea

Russet rafters, laughter-bent

‘neath a blue and brooding tent

Cork the torque of Time’s intent

While September pays her rent

Fact and fantasy slur, blur

It is almost still summer

Pour thought’s storehouse full of Her

She which we call September

We indulge her wanderlust

Duck beneath the stern of Must

Lest she dies, lies dust-to-dust

Blown to naught by naughty gust

Love is laced with amethyst

Tangled in a twist of mist

Bliss it is to be like this

Sage with age; September-kissed

© Janet Martin

Hubby just called. He is driving through Wisconsin and he said the trees and scenery are already autumn-stellar! (well, not those words exactly but he said they are really nice bright orange and red and he wishes I could see it) ...me too.

Of Rendering and Response

When you come like this;

Reaching through darkness to crack its hold

Rolling in purple mist-oceans, then gold

Melting on muted mosaics of sod

Waking the morning with your whispers, God

…when you come like this;

 Murmured from regions thought cannot descry

Breaking the ribbons that fetter the sky

Washing the world with pearled morsels of dew

 Dawn is a shadow of Eden; Time-new

When you come like this;

Drenching the old with never-before-seen

Rending the fold of unmapped in-between

Holy unveiling on earth’s failing banks

All we can do is trust You and give thanks

© Janet Martin

Let’s choose to go forth, not in fear but in trust and thanksgiving.

Man’s mustered threats can never supersede our God, not of dead, but the living!

Here is a glimpse of what awaits the evil man starting at verse 25 in Job 15...

 ...because he shakes his fist at God
    and vaunts himself against the Almighty,
²⁶ defiantly charging against him
    with a thick, strong shield.

²⁷ “Though his face is covered with fat
    and his waist bulges with flesh,
²⁸ he will inhabit ruined towns
    and houses where no one lives,
    houses crumbling to rubble.
²⁹ He will no longer be rich and his wealth will not endure,
    nor will his possessions spread over the land.
³⁰ He will not escape the darkness;
    a flame will wither his shoots,
    and the breath of God’s mouth will carry him away.
³¹ Let him not deceive himself by trusting what is worthless,
    for he will get nothing in return.
³² Before his time he will wither,
    and his branches will not flourish.
³³ He will be like a vine stripped of its unripe grapes,
    like an olive tree shedding its blossoms.
³⁴ For the company of the godless will be barren,
    and fire will consume the tents of those who love bribes.

Living-tide

 

Here It is

Only This

Intangible thunder

Microscopic

Masterpiece

Mighty moment-wonder

Here It is

Soft, soft kiss

Grace allotted glimmer

Ere the past

Receives its cast

Where vast Bygones shimmer

Here It is

Burden-bliss

Weightless weight of hours

Where its blink

Of touch and think

Fades like fields of flowers

Here it is

Mercy-mist

Love’s unfettered raining

Moment-metered

Living-tide

Ever, ever waning

© Janet Martin

Overcome with Wonder...

 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him? Ps.8:3-4

Sometimes the only worship

I can whisper

Is, 'God be merciful

To me, a sinner’

© Janet Martin

"But the tax collector, standing some distance away, was even unwilling to lift up his eyes to heaven, but was beating his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, the sinner!' Luke 18:13