Awesome Autumn...(and an oldie repost of Ode to the Apple)

Happy First Day of Autumn, everyone!

Right now we are having more summer-like weather than we did all summer!!

...turning the apples I was planning to 'applesauce' next week into a Must for today

Because none of us knows if this will be our last
first day of fall,let's make it a good best one, 'kay?

(recently this community has had a few sudden, grim reminders of how volatile life is)

  (see Ode to the Apple rerun below)

...so it begins; earth's Awesome undoing

Carpet of cricket-song covers the land

Colors coordinate ‘neath High Command

Carmine, magenta, sienna, gold, tan

Vision is awed by God’s Masterpiece plan

Plum, pink, peach, persimmon, purple, earth’s grief

Tossed to the tress of deciduous leaf

Nature’s grand Magnum Opus is unfurled

We watch God, awed by autumn’s wonder-world

Treetops like beacons against azure blue

Stirs us to worship; ah, we must choose Who

I choose the Maestro of earth’s orchestra

Tuning thought’s tempest with ultimate awe

Carpet of crackle beneath our feet

Farewell, a sparkle of red bittersweet

Here on a heath of demise we applaud

Death; Awed by Beauty of each breath of God

Humbly we harvest the fruit of the field

Mercy-filled seed-pods burgeon with hope’s yield

Orchard bends earthward, so too sprig and vine

Hungry hearts awed by God’s Supreme design

© Janet Martin

Ode to the Apple

 

Apple cakes

Apple tarts,

Apple crumble

Apple crisp

Apple muffins

Apple salads

Apple fritter

Apples dipped

Apple jelly

Apple butter

Apple loaf

With apple tea

Apple grunts

And apple goodie

Fit enough

For royalty

Apple strudel

Apple Danish

Apple stuffing

Apple flan

Apple dumpling

Apple stewed

Apple sauce

Poured from a can

Apple wine

Apple cider

Apple roll-ups

Apple pies

Apple cheese-cake

Apple trifle

Apples for a snow-man’s eyes

Apple Brown-betty

Apple pan-dowdy

Apple torte

And apple pared

Apple cobbler

Candy-apple

Apples sliced, or dried

In squares

Apples baked

With cinnamon-sugar

Apples on a Christmas tree

Tell me is there any other

Fruit with such versatility?

Janet~

Re-posting an oldie because it's applesauce-making day...

September Gold

September's free-for-all gold glory-days surely deserves a bitty poem!

Good-bye, my sweet, sweet beloved summer...

Hello, darling fall;-)

With gilt of gold September weaves

A fragile quilt of gathered sheaves

Of golden rod and burnished leaves

And we all pause to stare

At nature’s wealth so freely spread

Across the heath that harbors dead

And drinks the tears of faith and dread

A gorgeous thoroughfare

…where beauty will not cease its cause

As seasons adhere to earth’s laws

And even misers must applause

Her resplendent demise

Lavish, the dress of common days

Enshrouded in bold, golden haze

Before merlot and scarlet blaze

Seduces our eyes

What treasure this, September gold

Where none can hoard but all behold

Her grandeur as sweet summer folds

Into autumn with ease

Where soon fond frenzy of farewell

Will flame upon the hill, the dell

A vault that cups the leaf-shaped knell

Of spilled-gold memories

© Janet Martin

Meta-ball-ism

Sometimes I almost stagger beneath the intensity of flashbacks as Time almost repeats itself...

A Glimpse at our celebration of the last day of summer...

(kinda like it used to be when the little ones were my own)

Ball bounces;

Beauty is boyish and boisterous

Curl flounces;

Cutie is girlish and sweet

Mom announces

Time for supper

Door slams,

Floor rings with hymns of bare feet

Time is a dog nipping at their heels

Gladness is knowing how heaven on earth feels

Ball bounces;

Boy is nowhere to be seen

Curl flounces;

Girl is seventeen

© Janet Martin 

 I was looking for an old post of Matt bouncing the basket-ball but I couldn't find it :(

that's the worst thing about this blog, 

even with labels it is sometimes/often impossible to find an oldie!

What Is All This?

What is all this
wonder-plunder?

What is all this
Grief
And pain?

Hope,

Heart-ache,

Fulfillment,

Hunger

Laughter,

Tears,

Love’s loss

And gain

Hold,

Let go,

Keep,

Toss,

Dream,

Duty

Winter,

Spring,

Summer

And fall

Beg

And borrow,

Horror,

Beauty

Ah,

This is called Life

That’s all

It is the throughway on sod

That transports us back to God

© Janet Martin

Above The Quiet Gaping Grave...

 Not last night but the night before a middle-aged woman from our community
 in her sleep, suddenly passed through the thin veil that separates Time from Eternity...

leaving her family behind to mourn and remember.

Once again it behooves us to consider the legacy we are weaving 

(and none of us knows how soon) leaving!

Rest in peace, Joyce
Thoughts and prayers with Murray and family...

Above the quiet, gaping grave

A wave of people surge

Must’s noise employs its servant-slave

Where trust and dust soon merge

Across the surf of steadfast truth

Time’s numbered tallies toll

It manufactures from fair youth

Man-woman’s weighty role

Around and round the little clock

The hands of tick-tock weave

With stitches of moment-ous stock

The legacies we leave

Against the tide of here and now

Humankind sets a stage

As choice and recompense bestow

Their inseparable wage

Above the quiet, gaping grave

We love-laugh-hope-pray-weep

Glints on a temp'ramental wave

Cupped in a Father’s keep

…where not one will escape the place

That grace alone sustains

The undoing of human race

‘Til only Soul remains

© Janet Martin

Do you ever picture this?
This mortal tide not as bodies but as Souls...
all on our way back to a face to face reunion with The Giver and Forgiver!
We carry in vessels of skin and bone, the groan of eternity!
Do you ever picture this Awful, Awesome Meeting?