For Our 'Happy-in-Waiting' (in Happy New Year)

I started this poem a week ago,snaring lines as they bobbed by...This week I finally had a chance to collect more fragmentsfrom my trek through impending happiness-es!I splashed through brooks, went on a picnic, laughed at a silly, fat robin,and SO much more! Happy Whatever Happy-in-waiting is waiting for you! Winter’s canvas to be tickled with giggling snow-angel throngs Below, one of my all-time favorite shots from days long goneVictoria and her cousin...Hush! plush-pink peony pom-poms wait to pop nature’s green cork... Chill winds to be charmed and taken by soft zephyrs, blossom-sweetGardens to be warmed and ‘wakened by the banter of bare feetBarren branches to be garnished with whispers of God-spun laceSnowy hillsides to grow tarnished as sunbeams give winter chase Dust to stir as fields are planted with both seed and farmer’s prayerHearts and souls to be enchanted by glory, heavens declareBuds to burst with petal-plunder, miracles in every podHappiness immersed in wonder by the handiwork of God Sassy robin tugging dinner from a grassy smorgasbordScrumptious supper-soups to simmer, coffees to be brewed and pouredInto fav’rite mugs, hand hugged and ever so blissfully sippedWhile the bashful morn is tugged across skylines, pink and gold dipped Summer’s harvest to be pickled, autumn to dwindle leaf-songsWinter’s canvas to be tickled with giggling snow-angel throngsCheese and whole-grain cracker-stackers to pack in a picnic lunchBunch ‘o please-and-thank-you-happy snackers munching carrot-crunch Steps to slow to walk with children, innocence to steal our breathWhile we point the way to Heaven from earth’s thoroughfares of DeathCozy snuggle-with-me twilight while outside the world grows darkFoibles turning into hindsight as discernment meets its mark Solemn Last Post and Reveille Remembrances-lest we forgetFires to be stoked and fences to tend to, not mended yetHush! plush-pink peony pom-poms wait to pop nature’s green corkRush of seasons waits to romp and vex wild wanderlust with work Payments to be made and worry to teach us to use our kneesPatience to test ‘we’re late’ hurry, as we search for phones, shoes, keysKindness to be shown, ink-hunger to be fed with books, books, booksInner child to rediscover as we wade through fields and brooks Cakes to bake and decorate for birthdays yet to celebrateBeach to stroll and hand to hold; don’t wait until it is too lateSilver poplar’s shiny shivers, tap dancers made out of rainWaltzing on impromptu rivers gushing down the street and lane Naughty puppy to be scolded, antics by Mr. MischiefLaundry to be washed and folded, to-do-lists-achieved-reliefDays to drain of exultation to God for blessing-heaped traysThought to tune with adoration, heart to overflow with praise © Janet Martin Scrumptious supper-soups to simmer,(instead of scrumptious supper-soup, last night was scrumptious, supper-stirfry!)Chicken and veg stir-fried and served on a bed of stir-fried/steamed cabbage and black beans