Showing posts with label green. Show all posts
Showing posts with label green. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2022

Once Upon A Wistful Morrow (demands full attention now)


Woods are reinvigorated
Garbed in nature’s purest hues...



In Ontario we are in the thick of that swift and sacred planting season!

Hard work but so worth it as seeds and seedlings start to grow!

This plot doesn't look like much yet 
but hopefully in a few months it will be a vibrant dahlia garden!


The deluge of rain on Saturday halted my work before I got the stone-paths done...
One thing every bloom has in common:
it was planted!




The slacker does not plow in season; 
at harvest time he looks, but nothing is there.

It's that simple:
If we do not plant in planting season, 
there can be no goodly harvest

That is life's most solemn truth both literally and metaphorically!
Planting season is precious and fleeting!
Dear mothers, young parents, take heart as you till the soil of a tender soul!
Behold your sacred charge!
This is love's planting season!
Beyond the sweat and toil of tough love and training
waits the harvest!
And every day, entrust your cares
to your Heavenly Father 
who knows exactly what we need
and grants strength for the day.
No. There is no instant gratification
in planting.
It takes time and patience to grow a seed
to its full potential.
But, by the grace God gives,
endure!


Once-upon-a-wistful morrow
Brings no sweat upon the brow
Look; our feet stand on the furrow
Planting time is here and now

Sometimes as I admire someone's autumn garden
I will say, oh! I wish I would have remembered to plant
 such and such in the spring
but because I didn't I cannot harvest its fruit in the fall!

At almost 56 years old, I find myself in the autumn of life,
sometimes wishing for something I didn't plant in the 'spring',
but we look at the the spring of earth's season and are reminded of
a God of forgiveness and redemption
granting planting season once again! 
And we plant, even in the fall of life,
seeds for the harvest still to come! 


Woods are reinvigorated
Garbed in nature’s purest hues
Green in glory unabated
Saturates long-listless views

Once-upon-a-wistful-morrow
Demands full attention now
For dreams do not plant a furrow
Wishing does not push the plow

Morning spills momentous jewels
Awes us with mercies renewed
After slumber’s rest refuels
Diligence and gratitude

…and we beseech today’s Giver
For fresh fervor for life’s toil
For the field will soon deliver
Planting season’s foolproof spoil

Joy and sorrow’s measures mingle
Where birth’s showcase steals our breath
Where our zealous senses tingle
With the imminence of death

While we wonder at the favors
Of flower-font bound to fray
While we savor fleeting flavors
On earth’s bittersweet buffet

Where soon hues of first green languish
Where soon dues of planting chime
Where soon love and labour’s anguish
Turn to hues of harvest time

Once-upon-a-wistful morrow
Brings no sweat upon the brow
Look; our feet stand on the furrow
Planting time is here and now

© Janet Martin

Once upon a wistful morrow
this will be  flower garden!


Once upon a wistful morrow...
the planting dust will settle

 and
and they will be women and men

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Bitty Worship Ditty

 




How grand to stand and gaze firsthand upon a land washed clean
Lackluster lea and tree reclad in filigree of green
How lovely to drink in the view renewed by hues, God-spun
And worship He whose majesty will never be outdone

© Janet Martin

Worthy are you, our Lord and God, 
to receive glory and honor and power, 
for you created all things, 
and by your will they existed and were created.”



Bitty ditty today because to-do list keeps growing...
May has the most time-sensitive task list of all the months, I think!
...and i didn't put 'snuggle new baby' on the list because that's not a task😍💖






Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Glorious Green





Green hills and fields
Green lawns and glades
Green fronds and leaves
In countless shades
Green opens up
Its floodgates wide
And lavishes
The countryside
Ah, tell me
Who has ever seen
More hues and tints
Than glorious green

...where June is like 
a gallery
To showcase 
green's grand majesty
And earth is like
a beauty queen
Decked in a thousand
Shades of green
The train of glory's
gown unfurled
And trailing all
around the world
 

© Janet Martin

Monday, May 15, 2017

In Praise of Green




 Green and gold seem in sort of a duel for dominance these days but this poem is in praise of green


Green spreads its grace across a place that long was void of vim
The slumbering bud and seed wakens whispers to sod and limb
Where hallelujah songs of nature nurtures thankful gaze
As color-wheels of mercy thrill the humble heart with praise

God kisses earth with favor; where green sweeps were held at bay
He breaks the dam that wakes the land that long was brown and gray
Across the countryside a tide impeccable in shade
Most glorious, victorious, gilds mortal's promenade

Hope’s divine intervention renders living proof, green-spun
He never forgets to send spring when winter’s fling is done
Now blue sky is a timbrel and the golden sun a gong
And man a humble minstrel chiming amen to each song

Janet Martin






Thursday, August 25, 2016

Lucky Girl...(or but-by-the-grace-of-God-girl)



The reason I like to try to write to prompts is because 'writing to order' can be quite a challenge. Yesterday's Poetic Bloomings prompt was called Potluck. 
Choose any form we enjoy and write about luck.

Walt (from Poetic Bloomings) called me Lucky Girl yesterday, so I typed the title
And hoped he was right;-)

Better late than never…

 I find it utterly astounding how a lawn, completely dead-seeming can turn lush and green after a few
drenching rains...it's a great metaphor of what happens as we respond to the touch of God.


Lucky Girl

Across the return of spring-like green, surreal
After the laughter of warm August rain
The poet gazes and spins thought’s word-wheel
Willing the whisper of Muse to her brain

Sweet summer morning, unravel a poem
Revive her blight-stricken, heat-smitten mind
Blind her to the kinder duties of home
Where sometimes Poem is so hard to find

Grant this Canuck a bit of Irish luck
Charm Time’s fresh offspring with iambic smile
Humor her hunger with rhymes that don’t suck
Let her be a Lucky Girl for a while

© Janet Martin

(this poem is written strictly for the prompt because I prefer the word grace. 
Luck is such a hopeless word) 

Form: Quatrain 

Poetry Definition of Quatrain

A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. In the basic form, Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables. 

Saturday, April 16, 2016

A Hint of Green....



 We are well on the way to this...
...and this
...and this



A hint of green tints somber hill
The dale, long bare and brown
Begins a hallelujah trill
To warm-welcome spring’s crown

We know not what a day contains
But we know this one thing
As long, God, said, as earth remains
Winter will yield to spring

The moan and groan of gale will pale
For in the undertows
That toss tall trees and rend earth’s veil
Time’s grail pours out a rose

We, bundled against winter’s ways
Where we shivered so long
Are all choristers now, we raise
Spring’s hallelujah song

…and forgive every fretting hour
That nearly wore us thin
Where every breeze is primed with flow’r
And every mouth with grin

A hint of green tints dream-rich days
The barren dale and hills
Begin spring’s hallelujah praise
That only summer stills

© Janet Martin