November's Way

(yes, I must confess, 'I'm on a bit of a farewell tour... for November-ness:)

November has a way with hearts

It broods in hues of bronze, gray-blues

And often teases us with art

That only November imbues

It stirs the air with Bitter Sweet

And scrawls primitive silhouettes

Against the sky while ‘neath our feet

Its remnant laughter pirouettes

November has a way with words

My, how the poet rends its stance

Half-mad, her Muse is undeterred

An ink and wildling-wind romance

Where still, the will of quill half-poised

Rebels, and she returns to scale

The curves and colorless decoys

Huddled against November’s gale

November has a way with time

And suddenly we are aware

Of an ethereal pantomime

Swindling The Hour of precious air

This Thing that nobody can keep

Is soon like ashes in an urn

And ever veers toward That Deep

From which nobody can return

November has a tender way

Of showing us love’s hold-let-go

Life’s intermingled gold and gray

Depicts both wonderment and woe

Then, dearer is the darling day

Where summer’s rose and rondel spill

Because we know November’s Way

Is waiting over star-strung hill

© Janet Martin

From, For and To...God

We hold heaven's love-letter

Written, but not of ink

God dips His quill into yon rill

Hope spills in gold and pink 

His penmanship of passion

Encompasses the earth

It startles touch with mercy such

That none can spell its worth

The hand that cradles eons

Spans murmured moment-flow

And though we're small His All in all

Does not forget us, no

But, because He so loves us

He renders anew

A letter of unbridled love

From God, to me and you

***

From, For and To

A universal Due

From God

For us

To live

For Him

Today

From, For and To

© Janet Martin

That’s what today is;

A gift

from God

to live

For God

To give

From our hearts

To Him

Maybe We Should Think Again

Perhaps we think

When thought is thunk

That’s all there is…

Wink-blink-ker-plunk

But even thoughtless thought

Has a way

Of becoming the thing

We do

Or say

So lest we think

When thought is thunk

That’s all there is

Wink-blink-ker-plunk

Gone,

Like milkweed silk

Or rain

…maybe we should 

Think again

© Janet Martin

For Lucy...L.M.Montgomery, because as long as there are Annes and Emilys we will never grow fully old;-)

 o-o-o-o-o! I wonder what this google-doodle is for, I said to Victoria when I turned on the computer this morning. Victoria laughed at my squeal of delight:)

  

 

In spite of, or because of much hardship in Lucy Maud Montgomery's personal life she left behind much joy for generations to come,

 to dream and delight in.

Thank-you, Lucy

For winsome worlds you let to page

Of girls, for girls, from age to age

To shed a little tear, to laugh

As we traverse a paragraph

Becoming Anne, Pat, Emily

We walk a world of poetry

Where once upon a time you took

A dream and made a storybook

To read on summer-winter’s eve

To revel in the make-believe

Of words woven into the art

Of being ever young at heart

…and mothers become girls a while

Or Marilla, touched by a child

-ish vision of faith undeterred

Then captured by the will of word

To be a happy hand-me-down

For girls never quite fully-grown

© Janet Martin 

Here are some of the books I own, written by her...

It's true, what C.S. Lewis said,

“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally (and often far more) worth reading at the age of fifty.”

— C.S. Lewis

so, 

have you read any of her books lately?

One More Day...

This portion that we hold

Of time’s unfolding verve

Is like a splash of moment-gold

To choose the God we serve

This gift from God to man

Sifting through yonder cloud

Is but an ephemeral span

Before we give account

Thus in our come and go

As one more day is lent

We should remember who we owe

Its daily dividend

This buttering of ‘bread’

Its begging break-and-eat

Will prove the offering we have

To lay before His feet

With utter awe then we

Ought to approach His grace

For no one knows the day when we

Will meet Him face to face

...where ‘one more day’ is like

A thousand years to He

Who breaks the sky with morning light

Before eternity

© Janet Martin

  ...then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve,

Joshua 24:15