What IS This Smell?!

PAD Challenge day 28: Write a smell poem

It’s the smell of yellow

In willow-strummed hymns

Of daffodil-cello

And forsythia-strings

Of noon’s blue-tuned oboe

Where zephyr-song trills

Of soft violet vesper

On twilight-ed hills

…of song-sparrow canticles

Sunshiny street

Of children a-giggle

In freedom’s bare feet

Of grass-slopes, green-velvet

Of hope, rain-drop pearled

It’s the smell of spring, darling

Come to winter’s world

© Janet Martin

A Long Overdue Thank-you;-)

PAD challenge 28: For today’s prompt, write a poem about a smell

Thank-you to the hands

That pluck the beans

That make their way

From there to here

To fill and thrill

Each early morn

With heaven-scent

Of coffee cheer

© Janet Martin

Heaven to Ramble

PAD Challenge day 27: For today’s prompt, use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem (using a word or two in your title is fine); for extra credit, try using all 6:

pest
crack
ramble
hiccup
wince
festoon

Heaven to ramble where April meets May

Beneath breath-awnings of emerald festoon

After a hiccup in spring’s first hurray

Winter’s wince succumbs to zephyr’s kiss-croon

Pestering broods scatter, east-west-north-south

Lest a smile crack his stern, petrified mouth

© Janet Martin

The Daffodils Are Blooming...

In blogland I've seen daffodils blooming for quite a while; at last they dot our Ontario landscape too!

The daffodils are blooming, and

Their golden lanterns glow

Like beacons on a bashful land

That long was white with snow

The daffodils are smiling fair

Upon forgotten green

And we find ourselves smiling where

Straight somber lips had been

The daffodils are nodding and

Applauding storm’s farewell

Nature bestows a garden grand

To hungry hill and dell

The daffodils are blooming, oh,

Like Mozart's best, they sing

And praise the One from whence they flow

In melodies of spring

© Janet Martin

For Time I Didn't Take...

PAD Challenge day 26; For today’s prompt, write a regret poem. 

For time I didn’t take

For what I didn’t do

Here is a thank-you prayer, my Lord

For today, fresh and new

A beaming ‘try again’

Of mercy-misted hue

To take the time I didn’t take

For what I didn’t do

Then, pray when day is done

When its beacon has set

I’ll know I did the best I could

With humble ‘no regret’

© Janet Martin