Showing posts with label snow-day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow-day. Show all posts

Saturday, December 24, 2022

Snowbound!

We are in the thick of a blizzard! 

Stay safe and warm!










Now is the hour of reprieve
When every sprig becomes a sheave
Bent with a brumal burst of stars
When featherdown bedecks earth’s bars
As each snow-swaddled house and yard
Composes a vintage post-card
And every home becomes more sweet
When gales go howling down the street
And happiness is safe and sound
When we are cozy and snowbound

When window-frames are works of art
That only winter can impart
When mugs of steaming luxury
Are like hugs of coffee and tea
When nothing presses to be toiled
When we are awe and wonder spoiled
As nature brushes slopes awry
And swirls the scope of land and sky
With wild beauty, while tempests hound
And rile plans with two words; snowbound

Now books are like frigates unfurled
From fireside nooks, across the world
Because, ink snared in verbal font
Can take us anywhere we want
Like travelers who need no fare
To reserve a room or a chair
Clad in comfy flannel and fleece
As we are filled with joy and peace
While wild winds wail, pummel and pound
The storm-tossed seas we sail; snowbound

Soup pots simmer with five-star meals
Thankfulness bows our heads and feels
A hymn no words can capture, quite
As worlds are blurred with white on white
As we pray for the brave who bear
The elements, for creature care
While we are safe and sound and glad
For woodpiles heaped, feet slipper-clad
While winter wonderlands confound
We who are home-sweet-home-snowbound

Now is the hour of content
How swift the gift of came-and-went
Of so-it-goes, this-too-shall-pass
While we peer through snow-swaddled glass
To watch the birds and then recall
‘God sees the little sparrow fall’
Then to let smiles and laughter cheer
The solace of sweet home so dear
While we are snug and safe and sound
In hours of reprieve, snowbound

© Janet Martin





Monday, February 25, 2019

Blizzard Ballad




 (Hubby's truck is not stuck literally but safely 'stuck' in Guelph; load delivered.)
Thoughts are with everyone doing double-shifts in hospitals, nursing homes, etc! 
Emily worked the early/day shift yesterday and got home just as it started. So thankful,
but can't help thinking of those who wish they were home but are staying to fill a need.
God bless all the second-mile soldiers!


Earth is a truck-is-stuck, beauty-struck haze
Tucked beneath knee-deep wires-down duvets

Home is a haven of warmth; favourite nooks
Stoked, quilted, woven and bettered with books

Happiness sips, stirs, hums, hugs, hopes and prays
For not everyone gets ‘blizzard-holidays’

Double-shift soldiers push, pull, shovel, shove   
Because nothing is colder than need without love

Tea kettles whistle, simmer, sing and smile
Poured into cups of joy; mint, chamomile

Art is a window that frames woolly gust
Thrilling the poet and vexing wanderlust

Hush-a-bye, restless eye, plush sky is felled
Heaven and earth in white-out mayhem meld

The road is deserted; no rushing of cars
No one can rein in a tsunami of stars

© Janet Martin

 Art is a window that frames woolly gust...






Thursday, December 15, 2016

December Snow Day...





Earth is a pillow, plush-quilted, snow-hushed
Time is a tide, fancy-free and un-rushed
The world is lost, tossed to fathoms of white
Dreamers don slippers and fireside’s rite

Windows frame wonderlands, snow-wonder-full
Books become barges without push and pull
Joy is a slow, sweet second-cup rebirth
Home like a foretaste of heaven on earth

Hang up your apron and blue-collar chase
Dance to the music of tea-kettle grace
Wish on a world full of jasmine-swirled stars
Winter un-stoppered from top-shelf-tipped jars

Earth is a pillow and day is a bed
Fit for the dreamer of toil-woven thread
Time is a lover with let’s-stay-home touch
Dreamers drink poetry, laughter and such

What is so fair as a snow-bound reprieve?
Summer waits where seedling fathers the sheave
Put on the kettle and log on the hearth
December snow-days are heaven on earth

© Janet Martin

This poem(I wrote it this morning before the day happened) is sort of a fantasy of what I thought today might be like...it wasn't ;-)
Trucker-hubby has no choice but to battle the elements...so no day-dreaming here,
but a lot of praying, for him and all the others out there who have no choice; milk-truck drivers, courier services, health-workers etc.

I'm about to have my first cup of tea...for supper.




Monday, January 18, 2016

Heaven's Wing...is losing feathers!




Buses cancelled far and wide as we thank our wonderful Great Lakes for their winter-gift...snow-days!

Earth is a feather-bed bedecked in heavens eiderdown
Gone is its lumpy mattress, bare threaded, bedraggled brown
Now city, town and countryside with seamless sweep are wed
Beneath heaven’s eiderdown throw earth is a feather-bed

Time is a thing of feathers twirling, swirling, soundless, soft
It gathers beneath heaven’s wing, sky-scraper, street and croft
Where boulevard, bluff and backyard are swathed in winter’s gown
Soundless and soft, time is a thing of feathers falling down

Home is a happy haven warmed by more than flaming hearth
Where smiles and laughter deem its humble hold heaven on earth
Hot soup is like a feast fit for finest of lord or king
Where ‘round the flaming hearth we gather in earth’s heaven-wing

© Janet Martin



Monday, February 2, 2015

World-wide Holiday

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I wish the world could take a snow-day
Hang a shingle on its door
Saying, ‘closed for business; sorry’
Let rapscallion mistrals roar

We would pour our second-coffees
Until sunset; each highway
Like a ghost town on the prairie
Because it’s a world snow-day

Nobody would need a doctor
Nobody would go away
Twenty-four heaven-sweet hours
On this world-wide holiday

Maybe then we would remember
What too often we forget
As we hasten through another
Year; work-worry-want roulette

There would be no hurry-scurry
No one would be running late
No horn-honking freeway flurry
Only love’s slow-laughing gait

…and the sound of happy silence
Spilling soft like summer rain
If the whole world wore a shingle,
‘Closed for business, try again’

© Janet Martin

...on the up-side, Wiarton Willie did NOT see his shadow, forecasting an early spring;-)
 Shubenacadie Sam heads from his den at the wildlife park in Shubenacadie, N.S. on Wednesday, Feb. 2, 2011. (ANDREW VAUGHAN/THE CANADIAN PRESS)