Morning Tide

We rise early to watch summer untwist

The vale like a mug filled with steaming mist

For ranting and raving of busy day

Soon takes the morning and snuffs it away

Soft from the loft of time’s unstoppered New

Runs a rife river of silvery dew

Garnishing meadow and gilding the hill

Drawing the shadow from earth’s sky-wide sill

Come, early morning, from legions of grace

Goodness and mercy spill in Queen Ann’s Lace

Sail from the harbor that hails the pale wind

Who among us can one ripple rescind?

Kiss the gold valor of time’s tawny brow

Stir us to honor its incessant Now

Boon of the ages, soon swept from yon slope

Come, early morning, replenished with hope

© Janet Martin


 In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
Ps.5:3

How are you spending your morning? Mine looks like it's going to be green and gold...
Bean-green and gold;-)

What Is This?

 This ebb and flow

Farewell-hello

This yes and no

Where does time go?

This fight, this flight

This wrong and right

This may and might

This day and night

This bud and bloom

From womb to tomb

This morning-noon

This season-swoon

This hold, then fold

This gray and gold

This hot then cold

This young-to-old

This birth and breath

This earthen hearth

This dirt and death

This fear and faith

This sow and reap

This toil and sleep

This crawl and leap

Of little keep

This live-and-learn

This No return

This dream-and-yearn

And spend and earn

…and getting, oh,

And letting go

This sun-set show

Joy-pain-rain-snow

This sweat-stained sod

This groan-applaud

Is not for naught

This; Love of God

© Janet Martin

Memento

This morning summer climbed my porch like a yellow cat, warm and lazy...

Poetic Blooms prompt: day 26: metaphors and similes

Summer morning climbs over the hill

To sit on my porch like a yellow cat

Licking its paws

Before it slips through the underbrush

To become part of

The World That Was

Little girl laughs; Leaps, limber and lithe

Through a blue and gold afternoon of

Summer art

Before she slips from ribbons and curls

Scattering mementos that mother folds

And holds in her heart

Summer dusk fills its melting pot

With the rise and fall of Time’s

Latest foray

Before it too falls prey to the reaching way

Of midnight's melding, the shaky, black gelding

Stands, then gallops away

© Janet Martin

Creed For All

So we rebuilt the wall till all of it reached half its height, for the people worked with all their heart.

Neh.4:6

 Busy, busy days...the harvest is ripe!

We work, knowing it is not for naught...

We each were born to do our part

Then, pray we work with all our heart

Not to achieve the praise of man

But to give God the best we can

For man is nothing without He

Who grants His grace and sympathy

So, if we strive to live our days

For Him, He also gets the praise

© Janet Martin

 Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,

Col.3:23

Summer Leaves Weave Poetry

From the eaves of former days

Shimmer leaves of poetry

Time is restless and its gaze

Utters changes with changeless ease

Tick and tock, the hours lock

Metered mist of moment-dross

Gleaning fortunes from the clock

Sealing vaults with treasured loss

While Time’s golden prime is lent

To earth’s field and flowered lanes

While the leafy tree is bent

Until autumn weans its strains

While we fight old-fashioned wars

With weapons of new-born dreams

While nature and mortal spars

And in the end, nature wins

...Turning eaves of green to gold

Binding sheaves of memory

While we learn how to grow old

Summer leaves weave poetry

Summer weaves leaf-poetry

© Janet Martin