Siesta-song

Earth is like a frozen casket

Covered in a shroud of snow

Earth is like a flower-basket

Filled with violet under-tow

Earth is like a still-life painting

Sparse, the tint from Artist’s tray

Earth is like a garden waiting

While green takes a holiday

Earth is like an open chapel

Roof of sky and latticed limb

Earth is like Bethlehem’s stable

Where we come to worship Him

Earth is like a feather pillow

Earth is like a star-strewn deep

Earth is like a blue lake billow

-ing with roses fast asleep

© Janet Martin

Happy Friday-Friday-Friday... !!!
Fifteen sleeps 'til Christmas!

Like a Phoenix

Alas, this day comes with trouble

Grief and pain as yet unborn

Hope and heartache intermingled

From time’s virgin offspring, Morn

Hallelujah, this day surges

Like a thoroughfare un-trod

Like a phoenix, it emerges

From the faithful hand of God

© Janet Martin

Preparing For Christmas...(a tweaked re-post)

 I hope we are all affirming (once more) to make this Christmas Season a celebration of The Reason

"More birthday?" pleaded little just-turned two year old as she held out her hand, hoping for the mixer-beater slathered with Christmas yum!
(she remembered the pink-frosting beaters from her birthday cupcakes:)

 Licking the beater never loses its old-time delight!

Poinsettia for the table

China nativity

Pretty little angel

To grace the Christmas tree

Lights and lovely candles

Cast a gentle glow

Spilling golden circles

Like halos on the snow

Cookies, cakes and puddings

In volumes quite obscene

Large and tiny presents

Wrapped in bright red and green

Songs extol the season

And malls the latest rave

Excuses become reason

As dollars become brave

Stress finds brand new victims

And cheer loses its mirth

All in the preparation

For 'peace, goodwill on earth'

Shopping lists are extended

Beyond the budget’s creed

Holly, jolly merchants

Disguising greed as need

Christmas Eve descending

We brave the cold perhaps

To find within a chapel

A pew, where we collapse

My house sure looks amazing

The food, a work of art

Wouldn’t it be something

If this had been my heart?

Janet Martin

A Thank-you Verse to Each of You...

I don’t know who you are, but thank-you

From time’s precious moment-fray

You choose to use a few minutes

To visit this porch each day

Not for quaff of tea and cookies

Not for handshake’s cheering grip

But for bonds of ink-twirled passion

…for sweet poem-fellowship

Not duty-bound by strict order

You drop by, again, again

Simply to share the meek measure

Of a homespun poet’s pen

...or camera:)

 Either way,

thank-you!

© Janet Martin

I most certainly would set out tea and cookies if I could pass them from here to there!

I got a bag of peak-freans that my 'littles' informed me are "yuck"....
so what to do?

I'm hoping I can pass them off on a Christmas-cookie plate!
(The miracle of white-chocolate drizzle and Christmas-colored sprinkles:)