Look and Look Again!

Look, look, the brook is mantled in the white of winter’s wool

Look, see how soon the sun slants and noon dons a bluer tulle

And look at how each season brims and spills with thrills re-clad

Look, look for life is full of lovely reasons to be glad

Look, look the dark is stirred and gives birth to the light of day

The bird sings for the joy of it in spite of gold or gray

Look, where the flower fell; it’s bell the nucleus whereby

Spring’s belfries are refurbished as the seeds of it reply

Look, look there are no little things where God applies His hand

To try to count His gifts is like numbering grains of sand

The mind of man cannot begin to explain wonders wrought

Where all we do is look and see law’s learned yet never taught

Ah, who can force the bud to bloom or alter the discourse

Of morn to noon to night; can any bind or find its source?

And where is the beginning or the end of what we see?

We look and guess while God grants glimpses of His Majesty

Look, look, for we cannot afford to subsist, wide-eye-blind

Look, life is full of lovelinesses; they who seek will find

The Brigadoon we sigh for cries before our very gaze

Come, let us get acquainted with the wide world and its ways

© Janet Martin

I had to wait 40 min. for the grocery store to open this morning . Why? Because after I took my son in to town to get hubby's pick-up it seemed foolish to drive the 20. min. home only to return an hour later...My waiting-book in the vehicle is still Little Men by Louisa May Alcott.
Here are a few lines I particularly enjoyed today and thought you might too!

Of Skylines, Bylines and Timelines

 All is calm and bright once again where yesterday's skylines were blurred with March Lion's roar!

These birdies are bobbing about happily this morning after being nearly blown away by yesterday's gale...

I love how their feet leave a dainty fretwork on the front porch...

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

Matt. 6:26

The skyline does not shift; an elusive promenade

It cups the sift of Time betwixt borders surreal and stayed

And amazes man’s gaze; its breadth incomprehensible

Where seasons flare and fade upon a dusk-dawn pedestal

The elixir of morn pours fresh-squeezed vim into our sigh

But soon its drink turns pink and vespers croon a lullaby

As age-old ‘my-time-flies’ is new on younger tongues, still bold

Where a new generation learns the ways of have and hold

The Author of Time’s ephemeral gasp of changeless change

Gathers between skylines, timelines that none can rearrange

The aptitude of day and night’s subtle velocity

Fills us with gratitude and lessons of humility

There now, there now, don’t fret, the Author of Time’s penmanship

Does not forget us; His love-letters glimmer, shimmer, drip

Into a harbor cupped twixt skylines that will never move

While Mercy grips the tie that binds it to the Author’s love

© Janet Martin

March Lion

Now The Lion is unleashing a full-scale attack!

You scratch at window panes

And roar through open fell

With switching tail you scale the hill

And leap into the dell

You scare the docile lamb

She shivers, not from cold

But from the thought of what would be

If you should find her fold

You growl, low guttural

Where the landscape is blurred

And utter threats as if you sense

Sweet Something undeterred

You rake the air; stars shutter

And fall beneath your paw

And little do you know, you prove

The art of nature’s law

You shake your hoary mane

And claw at barren trees

You lunge at earth, again, again

Your wild heart to appease

…but, soon you will fall prey

To that which none can keep

Defeated, you will slink away

Where all March lions sleep

© Janet Martin

March Mistral Cheer

Blow then, March mistral, if you must

And strake the air with gruff huff-puff

You cannot hinder wanderlust

Though bully you may be, rough, tough

For while you rattle at the door

And roar through gaunt woods, starved for spring

And strew upon earth’s wooden floor

That shade of which we’re wearying

We are not overcome with grief

In our desire for green leaf

For we find in your weather good cheer

…all the better for reading, my dear

© Janet Martin

The lion is beginning to shake his mane and growl...

Reading Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Don't Look Over the Fence Because 'They' Have What 'We' Have

(this photo was taken four days ago...)

Where, why and how?

Later?  Right now?

For who, with what?

Do we engage

This sit-lie-walk

Of tick and tock

That falls from Yon

To fill Yore’s page

With touch and taste

With amble, haste

With crawl and leap

With grin and tear

Strewing life’s path

With aftermath

Of what we have

Right now, right here

© Janet Martin

Happy first day of March!
It seems docile and lamb-like this morning
but we hear forecasts of a lion approaching by eve...

Weather is the backdrop

In all get-togethers

Of all we ever have …
Here,
Now.

Are you a do-it-now-er or a

do-it-later procrastinator? 

I'm a bit of both:)
...so I'm off now to do dishes that waited
while I procrastinated:-(

Not all opportunities however,
are as patient as dishes
and will not wait
while we procrastinate!