Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Let's Just Stay Home


 All schools including colleges and universities are closed today in hopes that people 'just stay home'!
It's much safer for those trying to keep roads clear if there is less traffic skidding about!





Let’s just stay home
The wild wind wails
and flails its tears like broken glass
Let’s stoke the embers into flame
and make Cozy;
this too shall pass
Let’s snuggle beneath fuzzy shawls
while Nature decks its halls with B-r-r-r
Let’s bake a cake (or muffins)
to celebrate
Time’s creaky gait toward summer-r-r!
 Let’s count the ways we love thee, home
Thy warm welcome
never wears thin
How sweet the tempo of thy poem
How dear the laugh-lines
of thy grin
How beloved thy roof and walls
They gather us closer a bit
And shelter us from brutish brawls
while Old Man Winter throws a fit
...and heaven drops its hints of joy
in cheery kettle-tune and such
In happiness of girl and boy
at ease near mother's gentle touch 
Let's picnic by the fireplace
Let's just ignore the roaring clock
No, let's look time straight in its face
and savor every tick and tock
Let's live life slow;
let's be ourselves
Ah, never mind what others think
Family-arity fills shelves
with photos, books and poet’s ink
that authors within wood and stone
the solace of love’s humble prayer
while we work fingers to the bone
lest home-sweet-home becomes threadbare
So, not without meek, thankful thrill
do we utter this sacred Tome
while wild the gale exerts its will  
glad, glad we say;
let’s just stay home

© Janet Martin



and then the irony; while writing this poem Matt, after hearing his school is closed went straight to work. "I'm not sitting around here all day!" he said to his anxious mother😊

I got a text from a neighbour asking if its okay if she comes over today.
(I guess she's not feeling the 'let's just stay home' thing either😁)

Victoria on the other hand told me she's so glad to be home today 
because she didn't sleep very well last night due to the fact 
that she kept dreaming there was a crow in her room that constantly flew at her head😂



More Than Time's Glance Can Tell


 Writing this while ice-rain pelts the window and all schools are closed far and wide!
An unexpected day off for me as well.
People are staying home unless they simply can't!
Hoping this ice-storm makes quick work of its 'art'.
We've seen too much of it for our taste in the past few years! 
(below, last April)

For behold, He who forms the mountains, who creates the wind,
and reveals His thoughts to man,
the One who turns the dawn to darkness
and strides on the heights of the earth,
the LORD, the God of Hosts, is His name.”

Amos 4:13

More than weather or if we have
Enough to make ends meet
More than fond plans before the grave
Claims what none can defeat
This day the Lord has made is more
Than almost-memory
It is a stepping stone toward
God and eternity

More than an orb of fate unfurled
More than money we earn
Naked we came into this world
Naked we will return
This trek of ‘all is vanity’
Of creature joy and grief
Is far, far more than we can see
Where none but God is Chief

Holy, holy, each breath we take
The soft undoing of
The stuff we heap, the plans we make
The people that we love
Where God so rich in mercy, gave
More than time's glance can tell
For death is greater than the grave
That holds the lifeless shell 

More than the bud of beaming spring 
More than summer's full bloom
More than autumnal winnowing
Before the wintry tomb
More than four seasons, round and round
On earth-bound carousel
More than a stint of lost and found
Beneath time's tolling bell

More than the host and boast of years
Whilst learning what we know
More than mist, kissed with smiles and tears
Where hold means letting go
More than a span of bread we break
Of hello and farewell
Holy, holy, each step we take
Toward Heaven or hell

© Janet Martin


Tuesday, February 5, 2019

So Much To Love For #2


 Sometimes, suddenly, from most unexpected graces
on a most ho-hum day, so much to love for
steals my breath away...



So much to love for
Full of so much joy
Like wee girl with curls
And Mr. Mischief-boy
Like pat-a-cake baby
With soft teddy bear
Like half-smiling ‘maybe’
Left dangling mid-air
Like high noon of August
The room with a view
The two-thirds penned sonnet
Like ‘I love you’
From fathers and mothers
From fresh-coffee cups
From sisters and brothers
And waggy-tailed pups
From day-break’s pink hinges
To twilight’s debut
Where tangerine fringes
Fray to midnight blue
Where hope is an angel
Five, with freckled grin
Where joy is a cherub
With chubby cheeks, double chin
Where Want is a star-spangled
Banner of sky
And wish is the twinkle
In a lover’s eye
And dream is a garden
With flower and child
Where happiness pardons
Intention run wild
And sparkle of laughter
Forgives wand'ring weed
And the hunger after
Summer turns to seed
Where, autumnal splendor
Turns to dismal gray
Where so much to love for
Makes worth every day

© Janet Martin




So Much To Love For...#1





So much to love for and so little Time
Darling, a life is so brief
Flicker of fancy where season-song chimes
Stripping the limb of its leaf

Shaping the future through present-to-past
Where soon a lifetime is gone
Darling, the flower of Hour falls fast
Riot of petals on stone

Sooner or later we reap what we sow
Barter and banter is vain
Time will reveal all that we need to know
Fruit of the field will explain

Subtle, the mettle of the unseen root
Darling, let’s keep this in mind
Sooner or later the tree will bear fruit
Every seed after its kind

© Janet Martin

Love; All We Need...More Of





Love is patient, love is kind
Keeping others first in mind
No matter what lies behind
Love has no regrets
Always faithful, always true
Always right for me and you
Where, no matter what we do
Love forgives its debts

Keeps no record of the wrong
Love is kind and suffers long
Always trustworthy and strong
For love never fails
Never seeks revenge with spite
Never gives up the good fight
Never darkness, always Light
Hope’s wind in our sails

Love is gentle, bold, yet meek
Love will turn the other cheek
Love will always seek to speak
Words worth living for
Love walks secret second miles
In the face of fear, love smiles
Love gives reason to life’s whiles
Love needs nothing more

© Janet Martin