Showing posts with label brook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brook. Show all posts

Friday, February 23, 2024

I Love to Loiter at a Brook


It's hard not to be a bit delirious with delight
when February is more like end of April!
So I took advantage of every opportunity this week to 'play' outside!
On Tuesday the brook was still breaking free!








Today, after a few melt-days it rolls and chuckles without any snow to slow it down!





Be Still and know that I am God
Ps. 46:10



I love to loiter by a brook, to listen to its timeless tune
To taste life’s purest pleasure without wishing for the stars and moon
To note, with tender satisfaction that which progress cannot press
To find within its sanguine song a kind of child-like happiness
To chuckle as its chubby chortle cheers hearts without sound advice
A lithesome lilt of silver sparkles and deep darker tones suffice

I love to linger in the counsel chambers of willow and birch
Or, perch upon a makeshift pew in nature’s treetop frescoed church
And there to hear the voice of God uninterrupted by my plea
As awe silences reasoned-why with nature’s gentle empathy
With whispers from the wizened pine, with warble from the little bird
To remind me Whose will prevails and whose purpose is undeterred

I love to set aside my sack of sorrows on brook-banks, to sit
And ponder He who holds tomorrow and knows every bit of it
To listen, then to catch this joy; 'be still and know that I am God'
Ah, nothing is impossible with He who rules sky, sea and sod 
And nothing quite compares to sitting at His feet beside a brook
To be content with wonder-plunder, I don't find if I don't look 

I love to loiter by a brook, to court its buoyant countenance
To reconcile the recompense of youth with Truth’s resilience
To want for nothing as I listen to its unfatiguing tunes
To count among my most treasured mementoes those fond afternoons
When I would leave behind the grindstone filled with constant care and chore
When I would loiter by a brook and find what I was looking for

© Janet Martin


I love to linger in the counsel chambers of willow and birch
Or, perch upon a makeshift pew...


 in nature’s treetop frescoed church...






Friday, May 8, 2020

May Brook




May brook! Spring’s fling of silver hymns
Before warmer days drain your sash   
Beneath bud-heady, leafless limbs
You sparkle, tumble, lilt and splash

May brook, you honor meadow’s nook
With nature’s purest melody
You need no sheet-music or book
To learn or hone your harmony

May brook, you soothe and satisfy
The soul of all who linger near
To benefit from your reply
Should we confide in you a tear

May brook, between banks grassy-green
You ramble, ripple, swirl and sing
You turn each girl into a queen
And each fellow into a king

May brook, an orchestra of stars
Slips smooth across moss-muted stones
Beneath heaven’s riveting bars
Reflected in your undertones

© Janet Martin




Friday, January 11, 2013

Winter-brook



 (Sometimes I come here, just to listen...video is a little jerky at first but eventually 'smooths' out)

She tunes the hollow winter hush
In rushing, gushing glee
Laughing beneath thicket and brush
A prisoner set free
Where cattails drained her summer cup
Autumn’s release has filled her up
And now she spills her lullaby
Meandering out to the sky

Winter eases its rigid stance
And from its frozen swell
A lilting cadence of romance
Sweeps through the dormant dell
A surge of passion-perfect pitch
Embellishes the laud-less ditch
Of silenced wood-song’s dismal dirge
She sings with grief-abandoned urge

Now high, now low, hastening, slow
Enchanting melody
As splashing, dashing love-songs flow
In sonnets to the sea
Lest soon the northern gales entice
To seal her lay in shrouds of ice
She finds, somewhere, a lenient nook
To hum the hymn of winter-brook

© Janet Martin



Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Brook Song- Part Two...Part 1 below winter-brook poem



Its a collaboration
Of free verse and rhyme
Somnolent, raging
Through pastures of Time
Dormant and dreamy
Then eager and dashing
Flinging its music
Of silver-gray splashing
Across gleaming pebbles
Beneath tree-limb bridges
Rambling, then tumbling
From pine-studded ridges
A glorious master-piece
Lilting composition
Played to the wanderer
Without inhibition
Now chuckling, now whispering
It rises, then dips
A chorus of hope
Pouring from winter's lips
Winding its laughter
Of bubbling mirth
Beneath heaven's rafter
Across the still earth
Through crystalline meadow
And undisturbed nook
Where nothing is moving
Save the song of the brook
Easing the passage
Of winter along
Simple, yet striking
A soul-soothing song
Composed in the recess
Of nature's repose
Unseen Maestro conducting
Its music that flows
From cavern and gully
From woodlands forsook
Winter's redemption
In the song of the brook

Janet

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Brook in Winter


It is flowing again
The brook swallowed
By July’s thirsty seeds
Is tumbling; its refrain
Laughing between fallow
And wind-stricken reeds

It rushes once more
Eddying, curving
Through wood-lot and field
From summer’s spent shore
Toward winter’s unnerving
And spring’s verdant yield

Welcome retreat
Flowing to nowhere
From sources unknown
Its melody sweet
Drifts across winter’s air
Un-applauded, alone

Janet~

I stopped yesterday...just for a little bit, to listen to its song.