Showing posts with label dandelions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dandelions. Show all posts

Saturday, May 21, 2016

When Time Unfolds in Green and Gold







When time unfolds in green and gold
And runs the sun awry
Until it spills on fields and hills
In splashes from the sky

When earth unveils from hidden grails
The bloom it long withheld
And drains the bud long chained in mud
To garden, field and dell

When everywhere we turn to stare
Is filled with ‘my, oh, my’
As the cocoon of winter swoons
Into a butterfly

Then we kick off our blues and shoes
And join the carefree boy
To dance upon the sun-splashed lawn
And drink life’s simple joy

When time unfolds in green and gold
After April-cold show’rs
We join the mirth of Mother Earth
And fill our fists with flow’rs

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Days Are A Bit Like Dandelions



 Day's are a bit like dandelions; our deeds, its seeds.

When day seeps through night’s sable folds
In hue of blues and grays or golds
And lays beneath our touch and gaze
Allowances of time and grace
How will we spend it?

Is like a nature-gift of love
And as God fills our fingers with
The only thing we ever have
How will we spend it?

A drip-drip-drop fills streams and seas
Time’s tick-tick-tock, vast centuries
As moments slip like bits of sand
Or pocket-change, through our hands
How will we spend it?

*We pass this way but once; one chance
To touch and taste, laugh, praise, pray, dance
…a glance on Time’s brief boulevard
Its Recess-time in life’s school-yard
How will we spend it?

 © Janet Martin

When Sasha sent me this link I simply needed to share it!
May our days be splashed with the joy of Sidewalk Dandelions

“How we spend our days, of course, is how we spend our lives,” Annie Dillard


*I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

Etienne de Grellet
Quaker Missionary

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Yes, I'd Settle for Dandelions Too




"The first day of spring is one thing, 
and the first spring day is another.
The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month."
~ Henry van Dyke

Found the above quote on  Pamela's blog and needed to share it on this stormy Saturday morning...but if you're hungry for some spring pics hop over to her optimistic post:) She mentioned she would even settle for dandelions! I think here we would all settle for dandelions too...anything but white on white on white...

I'd settle for dandelions although I've tugged them tenaciously from each garden row
Or trampled without much appreciation, their sassy yellow-fellow grin
Our eyes are winter-weary, though we don smiles bravely stretched to cheery
We pine vehemently for tender touch of sun-warm kisses on our skin

I'd settle for rain-song rolling from leaves into gutters and gullies and eaves
And about that picnic we planned; I'd smile though it must be postponed a while
Spring vistas are darling and ever-green-sweet even when enjoyed from a window-seat
We crave vivid shades on the Artist's palette; to tease and please and beguile

Bedraggled bushes and mud on the mat; why, I would even settle for that
Because it simply means that earth is preparing for colors like green and gold
As rivers and streams rush and gush with the demise of winter's spent reams
While we kick off shoes and winter blues prepared to bid adieu to its cold

Janet :~)

Hubby just called to remind me that yesterday was March equinox meaning in 3 mos. the days start getting shorter!

...yes, I'd settle for dandelions!







Monday, May 14, 2012

In Poetry



Because I am a lover of simple things
I find great allure in the translucent strings
On which a tender thought is hung
And thus, a legacy is strung
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I am content as the robin sings
And the green unfurls on distant slope
And suddenly the world is a beacon of hope
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I love the pleasure too lowly for kings
As I pause in a meadow of ten-thousand suns
Lifting their exuberance to everyone
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
The music of heaven unceasingly rings
In a calliope of present then past
As I hold the treasure of a memory fast
In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I thank God daily for the mercy He flings
In nameless moments of intangible verse
...of hope and love as thoughts immerse
In poetry

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

What Mother's Anticipate...



Mothers can wait for the house to be tidy
When footsteps no longer dash over mopped floors
And mothers can wait for those years of pure quiet
No shouting voices or slamming of doors

Mothers can wait for the days of no laundry
And sparkling windows with no trace of a kiss
Where curious noses press to its barrier
Because they are wondering ‘where mother is’

Mothers can wait for long days with no duty
For surely to be busy is heaven on earth
And toiling for loved ones is life’s finest beauty
Filling each moment with purpose and worth

…but mothers smile softly with anticipation
For they cannot wait for that most special day
When childish eagerness plucks for sweet mother
A humble, yet glorious dandelion bouquet

© Janet Martin