Hooray for May or May Minuet

 For as the earth brings forth its bud...

In Ontario buds are on the brink of bursting into glorious hallelujah...

We watch, already breath-taken by the prelude!

Bright bolts of flower-fabric unfurl with flamboyant flare

Where emerald backdrops emanate from worlds, long bleak and bare

The woodland, draped in olive haze of lacy filigree

Beckons both feathered busker and bumbling humanity

Where mercy’s favor is renewed the farmer plants the field

He labours yet must learn to lean on He who grants the yield

Lord pray, first green will burst with gold and gold with harvest hymn

As earth becomes a fountain where bud and seedling-hope brim

Now garden dreams run rampant like a stream after spring-show’rs

Forgotten are the aches and pains of toil’s back-breaking hours

Where mosaics of morrow’s posies bloom in flawless form

And culinary conceptions take thought’s tastebuds by storm

Wild apple-orchards dapple hillsides in pastel chiffon

Like ballerinas poised to twirl as the music turns on

And we all become boys and girls, in heart if not in skin

As May melts chill winds with romance of sunbeam’s dance and grin

May’s Masterpiece Creator dazzles sweeps of sky and sod

Mankind, the awed spectator strolls art-galleries by God

The wonder-pangs that Beauty both kindles and satisfies

Since time began grants glimpses of a Perfect Paradise

Three cheers for May, a pansy-lilac-hyacinth-hooray

A sit-a-bit and take a quick half-aft-noon holiday

To drink the ink of poetry not snared on pages yet

To watch while earth becomes a stage for nature’s minuet

© Janet Martin

Isa.61:11

For as the earth brings forth its bud,
As the garden causes the things that are sown in it to spring forth,
So the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise 

to spring forth before all the nations.

Minuet Dance

(reminds me of sunbeams, breezes, butterflies and blossoms)

Of Season-Spectrum

Timothy 4:12 ESV /

Let no one despise you for your youth,

but set the believers an example 

in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.

Happy 23rd Birthday, Matt!

We love the laughter your sense of humour brings to our home

 as well as your conscientious attitude to life!

Wishing you God's guidance and blessing in the year ahead!

Photo Credit; Brittany Ruppert

The spectrum of a season swiftly sweeps from now to then

The boys and girls of Good Old Days become women and men

The dreamlands of sweet childhood clash with brash reality

As fruit begins to emerge on green branches of the tree

Accountability begins to replace innocence

What was footloose and fancy-free now demands diligence

And where the air once wore the cheers of ‘no more school, hooray’

The student starts to learn that lessons take no holiday

...where shoes too large for little feet to fit, suddenly do

As boys and girls of Good Old Days shoulder life’s ‘Nothing New’

‘Remember your Creator then, in the days of your youth

So that you may be able to discern well what is truth’

Because the spectrum of a seasons soon loses its sheen

Branches become set in their ways, that once were limber-green

And harvest that seemed far off starts to render its return

Where a new age of Innocence waits eagerly, to learn

© Janet Martin

Word Percolator...(written while the coffee brewed:)

 

We pour water into a coffee percolator and out comes yummy, black coffee

We pour all matter of material into our minds and out come all manner of words!

We set words free yet in a sense we take them with us too

For new words always percolate where former words dripped through

But if used wisely words can change the course of someone’s day (just like a good cup of coffee😋)

And in a sense, a life, as kind words cheer us on our way

Think gently then, for thoughts are always on the verge of speech

Who knows how far the ripple of its spoken touch will reach

To teach, to tear, to build, to break, how swift our words become

A hug, a blow; therefore fill well the fount they will flow from

© Janet Martin

Psalm 19:14

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, 

be acceptable in thy sight, 

O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.

Good-bye Is a Gateway...

 PAD Challenge day 30:For today's prompt, write a goodbye poem.

Adios Amigo

Is It Really Over 

We pave the path to aftermath with joy and sorrow’s tears

How fleeting is the filigree that weaves whispers to years

Where hello always turns to farewell far too soon it seems

And we are always learning how to readjust our dreams

I love the way life dishes out surprise; I hate it too

The color of goodbye flows in a thousand shades of blue

Where nothing new under the sun still stuns us all the same

And time will always be a rebel that no one can tame

Darling, let’s take the long, slow way to farewell’s parting kiss

I know we both knew from the start that it would end like this

But we are poets; life runs wild with opportunity

Thus good-bye is a gateway to tomorrow’s odyssey

© Janet Martin

 

 

Country Clothesline Contentment

My sister called this morning.

she needed a country clothesline poem😘😊

This can be one long poem or four short!

It is written from the passer-by's vantage-point

Something ‘bout a country-clothesline

makes a body feel content

Happiness sparked by the flutter

of sun-kissed accomplishment

Where the carefree waltz of towels

tossed against the big blue sky

Seems to sing a home-sweet chorus

to the winsome passerby

***

Something ‘bout a country clothesline

speaks of domesticity

An appealing, ageless hallmark

of a happy family

Of dear father and kind mother,

dash and dance of girls and boys

In a hymn of meek thanksgiving

for sunshine and simple joys

***

Something ‘bout a country clothes-line

feels like endurance unfurled

Images of rural living

grounded in a changing world

Framed in blue sky without borders,

cotton rainbows pirouette

Kindling a sweet, kinship-feeling

with friends we have never met

***

Something ‘bout a country clothesline

speaks of honest, humble folk

They, the kind that do not mind

a bit of wholesome dirt and work

And though, not hon’rably mentioned

in the list of finer arts

Something ‘bout a country clothesline

captivates both gaze and hearts

© Janet Martin

Twilight Tableau

 PAD Prompt 29: For today's prompt, write an evening poem. 

The rush of morning-tide to dusk softens its color-show

The artist picks a velvet brush to paint twilight’s tableau

With coral hues and purple-blues, and periwinkle tulle

The edges of the earth are tucked beneath night’s crepuscule

With kiss and hug he bids each sleepy fledgling sweet goodnight

Then dabs a curve of silver, crescent moon as a nightlight

© Janet Martin

Memory-Matrix

 A bit of today's moment-glitter snared as it sparkled by...

'Of Little Girls'

....and raindrop pearls

...and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet...

Memories are 

precious keepsakes

waiting to be cast

And moments are 

like golden glitter 

pouring to the past

While we are tasting 

tears and laughter, 

while a season spills

Into an ever-after rafter, 

memory’s matrix fills

…with sweet and spicy, 

tart and bitter,

 thorny stem and rose

A motley mix 

is memory glitter,

 shaping mementos

With glints of springtime 

seed we scatter; 

tints of fall fruit felled

We smile while welkin- 

whispers shatter 

what we briefly held

A merry-making, 

heart-string aching 

undertaking, oh

A hush-a-bye, 

then my-oh-my 

how far-too-fast you grow

Then make the most 

of what soon decks 

the halls of yesterdays

For memory-glitter 

falls like snow 

on begging, gaping graves 

 April is 

nature’s harbinger 

to summer’s bloom parade

Of petaled fireworks;

 buds flower, 

dazzle, fizzle, fade

Where pretty violet 

starlight stipples 

green’s first vivid hues

Where woodlands burst 

with feather-frescos

 etched on 

boundless blues

…where we look up 

to catch the colors 

from a cup that tips

gossamer glitter 

sparkling through our 

eager arms and lips

Into a mold 

that holds the marbled mist 

of days gone by

Unfolding precious keepsakes 

in the twinkle of an eye

…as we become 

the curator 

of Time’s collected toll

Where memories 

fill galleries 

that only thought can stroll

Reminding us 

not to get lost

 too long in what is spent

Lest precious moment-glitter 

gilds sad sighs 

of discontent

For April always 

turns to May, 

then May to June-July

Time never takes 

a holiday 

as hours hasten by

A fount that overflows 

with farewell’s font, 

it's melodies

The glitter that 

is turning moments 

into memories

Of little girls 

and raindrop pearls 

and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet

Of Happiness 

in lunchtime messes,

 pudgy baby feet

Of work and play 

and hope and praying  

'if the Lord so wills'

We're making precious memories 

as moment glitter spills

© Janet Martin

Second line-split option-

Memories are precious keepsakes waiting to be cast

And moments are like golden glitter pouring to the past

While we are tasting tears and laughter, while a season spills

Into an ever-after rafter, memory’s matrix fills

…with sweet and spicy, tart and bitter, thorny stem and rose

A motley mix is memory glitter, shaping mementos

With glints of springtime seed we scatter; tints of fall fruit felled

We smile while welkin whisper shatters what we briefly held

A merry-making, heart-string aching undertaking, oh

A hush-a-bye, then my-oh-my how far-too-fast you grow

Then make the most of what soon decks the halls of yesterdays

For memory-glitter falls like snow on begging, gaping graves

April is nature’s harbinger to summer’s bloom parade

Of petaled fireworks; buds flower, dazzle, fizzle, fade

Where pretty violet starlight stipples green’s first vivid hues

Where woodlands burst with feather-frescos etched on boundless blues

…where we look up to catch the colors from a cup that tips

Gossamer glitter sparkling through our eager arms and lips

Into a mold that holds the marbled mist of days gone by

Unfolding precious keepsakes in the twinkle of an eye

…as we become the curator of Time’s collected toll

Where memories fill galleries that only thought can stroll

Reminding us not to get lost too long in what is spent

Lest precious moment-glitter gilds sad sighs of discontent

For April always turns to May, then May to June-July

Time never takes a holiday as hours hasten by

A fount that overflows farewell’s momentous font with ease

The glitter that is turning moments into memories

Of little girls and raindrop pearls and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet

Of Happiness in lunchtime messes, pudgy baby feet

Of work and play and hope and praying 'if the Lord so wills'

We're making precious memories as moment glitter spills

© Janet Martin

Will You Believe?

  PAD Challenge 27:

For this Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

Write a believe poem and/or...

Write a don't believe poem.

John 14:27

John 16:33

This world

will wound

And disappoint

And betray

And pretend

But I 

will bind

Grief’s gap

-ing groans

And be 

Your 

Faithful 

Friend

This world 

will pass 

away;

This life 

on earth

Ephemeral

But I AM 

Alpha

and 

Omega

I AM 

Eternal

This world 

at best

Brings out 

the worst

In mortal’s 

sin-cursed 

glove

But I 

transform

Fear, 

doubt,

and hate,

Into 

faith, 

hope 

and love

This world 

is chaotic 

and cruel

with wars 

that will not 

cease

I AM gentle

patient 

and kind

I AM

Your perfect

peace

This world

makes promises

that it 

cannot keep

or control

I AM

the Word, 

Way,

 Truth 

and Life

the Daddy

of your

Soul

Will you 

embrace 

this world's 

illusions; 

trust death's 

loveless 

lies 

Or will 

you believe

 and receive

 life's

 everlasting

 Prize?

Love, God

© Janet Martin

Compact Version😊

This world will wound and disappoint and betray and pretend

But I will bind grief’s gaping groans and be your Faithful Friend

This world will pass away; This life on earth Ephemeral

But I AM Alpha and Omega; I AM Eternal

This world at best brings out the worst in mortal’s sin-cursed glove

But I transform fear, doubt and hate into faith, hope and love

This world is chaotic and cruel with wars that will not cease

I AM gentle, patient and kind; I AM your perfect peace

This world makes promises that it cannot keep or control

I AM the Word, Way, Truth and Life, the Daddy of Your soul

Will you embrace this world's illusions; trust death's loveless lies 

Or will you believe and receive life's everlasting Prize?

Love, God 

 © Janet Martin

John 1:12

But as many as received Him, 

to them He gave the right to become children of God, 

to those who believe in His name:

Thou Wilt Keep Him in Perfect Peace