Twilight Traffic

Traffic slows

Its lulled rush flows through

Dusk’s mulled yellows

Hellos and farewell

Rise and fall like the swell of the sea

As it meets the sky

Summer is a sigh

Exhaled where colors

Of daylight die

© Janet Martin

Back from a week at the cottage:)

Every night this beach is lined with people waiting to see the sky-show!
Nobody on earth can draw an audience like God in Heaven!

Unwrapped For Our Looking Pleasure

 

In this place of planted gifts

Of granted gifts

Enchanted gifts

In this grace of garden-gifts

And days studded with flow’rs

In time’s pretty pirouette

Of sun rise and shine and set

What we see is what we get

Out of summer’s hours

Take a look, a second look

A longer, closer

Third-fourth look

Summer is a picture-book

And fit for every age

Feel the thrill of living spill

From earth’s fount of hill and rill

Do not blindly wait until

Winter turns the page

© Janet Martin

Taking a little blogging break.
See you in a week or two:)

Of Scattered Stars

Night’s raven bud of slumber yields and spills its rose on skies and fields

The woes of man that ebb and flow are set on pedestals hope

For there is not a morning born that does not offer fresh appeal

Time’s gift soft-wrapped in purple mist then set on summer’s sanguine slope

Earth’s weather-beaten brow and clime beneath the ceaseless course of time

Is like a polished ornament, not flung but hung with holy thread

Into unfathomed galaxies; the Keeper of its season-chime

Does not lose sight of this blue dot but melts its dark with gold and red

See; He does not forget, no, no, but bends to kiss faith’s fault and flaw

Forgiving Past with Future, oh, what manner of love rends the deep

Where we of meek and mortal stance can hardly speak, filled with sheer awe

That God grants us deliverance and scatters stars beneath our feet

© Janet Martin

 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.   

They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.

Lam. 3:22-23

Poetic Bloomings Prompt: write a summer dawn poem

Summer-Serenade

 Already half-way through July?!

My heart lurches a little as my favorite months fly...

Tonight we sat on the deck 'til after dark,

soaking in the summer-night soft moonlight serenade

Time pours through summer’s sultry sieve

Soft-swift it sifts its gifted plume

And splays its colors on the eve

That weaves fond memories with its loom

How fluid summer’s hours pass

We grapple with the bloom of them

Only to see upon the grass

Tatters scattered from summer’s hem

We bear witness to summer’s ways

Laughter and mourning intertwine

For soon the swoon of twilight splays

Like crocuses on heaven’s vine

The earth is full of green and gold

It holds the hope for days to come

When warmth is traded in for cold

After we bring its harvest home

Time pours through summer’s sultry eve

And leaves us fully glad and sad

Because we know soon we will grieve

The lovely summer that we had

© Janet Martin

On Learning Life's Greatest Simple Truth

 The older I get I find I want much less of things,

but much more of love

Today's Poetic Bloomings Prompt: something I have learned

To learn its utter worth, firsthand

We must tenderly miss

Someone we love to understand

How truly dear love is

I, if my mind is wide awake

Should always have enough

With a small loaf of bread to break

And somebody to love

Then, should the curse of complaint find

My mouth, oh Lord, reprove

Lest in my greed, wide-eyed and blind

I never learn to love

Love is life’s sweetest, sacred prize

Ah, pray we do not wait

While we trample Want’s paradise

And learn this truth too late
 

To learn its utter worth, firsthand

We must most dearly miss

Someone we love to understand

How beautiful love is

© Janet Martin