It's Almost Summer

It dawned on me at dusk...we are halfway through June.

How can that be?! Slow down, sweet June night-morning-afternoon...

 I babysit for a few teachers and the school-year end is a highly stressful time. Tonight as I said 'hang in there, it's almost summer' it struck me....how those three words are surely one of the best combinations in the world! It's almost summer, not yet started meaning it's not quite close to being over yet! What do you love best about summer? For me it's everything!
(next day; okay, so I thought of one thing that I might not fully love about summer...
never-ending window-cleaning!:)

It’s almost summer

The land of fence lines

Laced with flowers wild

The place of high-noon holiday

And happy-go-lucky child

Of garden green

And shadows lean

On twilight’s golden slope

Of raindrop rivers overflowing

Wilted hearts with hope

Of flower-friends

And paths that bend

Up to the sky-wide blue

Of busyness and happiness

Of summer-life to-do

Of shores that splay

The waves that lay

Their songs upon the sand

Where bare feet loll

And lover’s stroll

The boardwalk hand in hand

Where morning pours

From honeyed jars

And youth is not an age

Where chicory

Bewitches ditches

Where brooks are fringed with sage

And gardens brim

With veggie-vim

And harvest hymn prelude

Where we drink in

The mauve-pink grin

Of platinum sun subdued

Of flip-flop feet

And iced tea, sweet

And pools of shaded deep

Of locust drone

Of lawns, fresh-mown

Where we lounge, half-asleep

Of work and play

And stay up late

And listen to the stars

And trespass where

The darkened air

Runs paler on dawn’s bars

Where pantomime

Of silk-spun Time

Is drenched with dust and dew

Where worlds are washed

With wonder of

Winter-long dreams come true

It’s almost summer

Land of roses

Sun-kissed, freckled grin

For, where the door of

Fair Spring closes

Summer rushes in

© Janet Martin

When It Rains...

 

When it rains kitchens become havens of slower, simpler joys

Tea and cookie celebrations; mom with little girls and boys

Supper salad veggie-ventures; rainbow-splashes in a dish

Upsy-daisy little fellow, eat as much joy as you wish

Pitter-patter, chitter-chatter, look, a hummingbird, that’s cool

Diamonds dripping, dancing slipping to a green-leaf garden pool

‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ oh

Afternoon is like a tune out of an old-time picture-show

When the sky unchains a strain of plush percussion, low then high

Kitchens like a midday beacon beckon loved ones to stop by

Humble home-sweet-home oasis graces lips with laughter’s vim

While outside a crooner traces twig and sprig with nature’s hymn

Silver sliver of a river quivers on each frond and flow’r

Wakens wilted wisps with heaven’s life-anointed mercy-show’r

Kitchen windows, doors swing open to welcome songs from the sky

Earth is like an Eden jeweled with glass rhinestone run awry

© Janet Martin

Very little equals the joy of listening to the music of a much-needed rain...
while dabbling in culinary arts!

Short and Sweet

What's filling your short sweetness these days... Below is a glimpse of mine;-)

This Dust of trust and lust and Must

Of fear and tear and kisses dear

Ordains intrinsic heart of us

With hope and faith and humble cheer

For what we have and hold soon folds

From here to there where far or near

The echo of love’s grays and golds

Drift back from Bygone’s belvedere

So then the yen of when-how-why

Does not let thought admit defeat

Because life's ken of try-try-try

We come to see, is short and sweet

© Janet Martin

This little gal is the epitome of short and sweet!

Of 'What Yet Waits To Be'

Gold beauty of ‘begin again’

Breaks through blue-bastioned lea  

It draws our feet to duty’s main

And what yet waits to be

The frame of what yet waits to be

That step by step endows

Is not some fate-contingent spree

But that which God allows

Then, though our hands and feet oft err

…students ‘neath Mercy’s wing

We, by the grace of God can bear

What ‘waits to be’ will bring

© Janet Martin

 The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."
Deut.31:8

Humpty Dumpty Sat on the Wall...

  

Our writer's group homework assignment; to take a nursery rhyme and add a modern-day twist...

Humpty Dumpty sat on 'The Wall'

To watch the Great America fall

All the democrats and republicans

Not able to put America together again

Humpty Dumpty, an egg, people say

Cried, ‘pity the people and pity the day

When, with war of words and shaking of fists

We wonder if loving kindness still exists’

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

Waiting out a countdown to 'Babylon’s fall'

But he dozed off, as eggs will, I guess

And he fell, oh, but it was a shell of a mess

Humpty Dumpty grew famous in death

His name on everyone’s lips with each breath

Crowds gathered to babble about Dumpty’s disgraces

Unaware of the glaring yellow egg on their faces

© Janet Martin

This was written in fun.
 (reposting by request, after deleting the original post:)
For a more serious look at politics read here; Discernment in The Trump Era

Of Ether Rembrandts

"H-m-m-m, I wonder what today will look like before its all over", 

I said to Victoria this morning, as I viewed a rather muddled ‘must-do’ list

 When this bush blooms it resurrects echoes from Bygone's rooms...

June 1995

We want for much; while touch of Time leaves laugh-lines on our cheeks

And siphons from thin air, the lair that harbors days and weeks

This grandiose acquaintance with the rise and set of sun

Delivers ether Rembrandts to the place where past is hung

While new day pours Time’s age-old wars from jars of groan and grin

And pens, through its perusal, chronicles beneath our skin

If we have all we need then want is not too much to bear

Though for want’s quiet cause we plead and breathe hope into prayer

That blatant ache of dread, while we break bread beneath blue sky

Demands the valor of a soldier in life’s battle cry

For training grounds of trust are all up-hill, we must proceed

Because we have much more than most if we have all we need

Do not despair; the air that tolls the golden bell of dawn

Is like an invitation to ‘gird up and carry on’

For what has been will be again though not quite like before

And we are always on the verge of Unknown’s Something More

The storehouse that holds future-past unfolds a gap between

Where Now is like a canvas cast to capture rev’ries scene

The heart should burst for love; both blessed and cursed by what it brings

The thorn and bloom of it consumes us with rapture and stings

Its Want is like a child we nurse and try to train and teach

The pros and cons of straining for Something still out of reach

Bravo, dear dreamer, but oh, do not overlook the gift

That drops its pearls then gathers them into dusk’s rose-blue rift

Darling, the death of days and years will never drain dawn’s deep

Its birth of here and now appears with promises to keep

Hello, sweet yellow cello in yon blue orchestral sea

Your sheet music spills puddles of shadow beneath the tree

Where we of wish and wonder walk and talk and ever learn

New truths from age-old lessons taught through laws of no return

© Janet Martin

  

No one can afford to look back too long 

without missing out on today’s moment-song!