Showing posts with label apples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label apples. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Beauty's Benevolence







Within this world of woe
And fear
And grief
And doubt
And pain
And hurt
God bends the earth
With beauties dear
And wreaths with bloom
Its solemn dirt
So we may smile and hope
And sing
And love
And laugh
And dream
And trust
The hand that lends
The bloom that bends
With beauty: He tends
Mortal Must

... where care 
and prayer 
and tear
and stare
Are intertwined with mercy’s art
Of sky 
And sea 
And sod 
Designed
By the kind Healer of the heart

© Janet Martin



What hope, 
Hurt
Happiness and 
Hunger is ours
In earth's
Holy
Humble
Heaven-ness of flowers 

Janet~

 


  Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it.
  Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. 
Psalm 96:11-12 



Thursday, August 18, 2016

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 today...



Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Naught, but the Hours That Haste





I dream of apple trees
Heady with pink froth of spring
And beneath, on its petal-blanket
We arrest moment-offerings
Before the hour devours
Its fragrance from our lips
And bends the apple orchard
With fruit that autumn strips

I dream of a cup spilling over
With fragments of faded years
Time masquerades as a lover
While a lifetime disappears
Yet eagerly he insists on bringing
New flavors I must taste
While heedless, I am clinging
To naught but the hours that haste



© Janet Martin

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

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!

I’m sure I have missed some juicy dishes, but this is what I could come up with at the moment. The poem-a-day prompt is to write about a fruit or vegetable and since I am immersed in apples today it seemed insensitive to the dear apple not to sing its praises.
I am in the process of peeling and paring these apples for the freezer, then they are ready to use in any of the previously mentioned goodies.