The Daze of Days...

Good morning! have your March days/daze blurred by in a haze of busy being?
Mine sure have and with five youngsters about to arrive, today will be no exception!
Happy daze/days:)

Daylight breaks free; trees drip with gold

Time is refreshed and young and bold

Where hope precedes the dreams we chase

And mankind’s needs must lean on grace

Each day soon slips from here to there

A blur of love and faith and prayer

While morning like a merchant hails

We rush its fields with empty pails

…what it will yield; ah, who can tell?

All we can do is live it well

Then, when dusk binds this bitty mile

We can look back on it and smile

© Janet Martin

Soul-song

Before we know it yesterday's tomorrow will be yesterday and its unknowns will be known!

The trumpet of Today splays gold with Unknown’s olden ways

Where morrow-lands deftly unfold to worlds of yesterdays

The heart is like a phantom glove that fills with letting go

Time’s tempest spills a two-fold love that thrills and pains us so

For, to love is to learn full-force the bittersweet alloy

How sorrow summoned at its source is the harvest of joy

The eye of Want is like a tomb where gloom and hunger live

But happiness is like a bloom that flowers as we give

The spoil of toil is trouble, sure as the spark upward flies

And Time is like a bubble bobbing beneath boundless skies

One step and then another, love, is how we reach each goal
As surely as the touch of time siphons the skin from Soul

© Janet Martin

Life-song

Life; fraught with ‘would’ and ‘should’ and such

It startles hearts and eyes

As seasons shift beneath the touch

Of sunset and sunrise

Life; its land flows with highs and lows

And all scopes in between

Subtle, its 'oh' of open-close

What-is to what-has-been

Life; teacher, preacher, patriarch

Giver, taker of youth

Its language of daylight to dark

Interprets timeless truth

The wise, dumbfounded by its flit

As memories take shape

The dumb, wizened at length by it

Ah, there is no escape

Life; like a leap of love and learn

And ‘what must be will be’

Where no one knows when it will turn

Into eternity

© Janet Martin

 Here in the Martin household life has become beautifully busier in gramma-hood:)

I empathize with Beth Powning's thoughts as she looked at her baby boy; I, at my grandson...

 Hallelujah, hallelujah, the Giver of life is faithful to and through its end

Every good and perfect gift is from above, 

coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, 

who does not change like shifting shadows.

James 1:17

Before the Ballad of Bloom...

The wand that wakes buds is wafting

Over rill and main

Soon the song that sleeps, my darling

Will spill free again

Soon rain-silver notes soft-splashing

Will bring blooming bow’rs

Soon spring’s hidden hymns, my darling

Will wing into flow’rs

Time, for all its testing manner

Never tires earth

Where it lays a lifeless banner

It will sire birth

Like the rush of broken rivers

From ice-fetters freed

Beneath us an ocean quivers

Held, as yet, in seed

© Janet Martin

On Our Way...

Good Morning and Happy officially-Spring!

To sun-kissed hills

With daffodils

To green mist-mantled trees

To blossom hymns

On bursting limbs

And honey-scented breeze

To pansy-pomp

And tulip romp

To seedling-studded slope

To lilac-lanes

And silk-soft rains

Where wishing turns to hope

 

To golden swaths

And Luna moths

To long lean-shadowed dusk

To unearthed trails

Through back-wood vales

Heady with wild-mint musk

To blue-belled nook

And refilled brook

To velvet-vesper tune

To wicks that hold

Marsh-marigold

Like candlelight at noon

To dew-gemmed dawn

And blue-hemmed Yon

To lark-song before day

To summer’s dock

Spring springs the lock

And we are on our way

© Janet Martin