Category: Autumn

Fall’s Gilded Girls

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In between the hospital stay and now my husband’s rehab clinic stay, I found a few minutes to take photos and write another poem. I hope you enjoy these and have a very blessed day. Praise God!

Fall’s Gilded Girls

Fall’s gilded girls
All in a row
Why would one ever think
In you resides no soul?
Your curly locks
Bright splashes of color
Adorn your heads
As upon no others

Some look at you and
See merely trees
But from only one glance
I believe is seen
The Spirit, the Soul,
If you please,
Of the one who designed
Your bright glistens & gleams

With a powerful hand and 
With the greatest of glee
Your bright glories were created 
By our God for all to see 
And to know that they are truly loved
From His all-joyful Heaven up above
So for our pure pleasure it can be found
To be placed upon your yellowed brow 
The brightest of creation’s most golden of crowns

First Blushes

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I am blessed enough to live in an area of the world where we have all four seasons. The first blushes of autumn are just beginning with a few reds, oranges and golds in the tree leaves. I hope everyone can enjoy their autumn. Have a great day. Praise God!

First Blushes

First blushes
Are like
First loves
Are 
Exciting
Tingling from your
Nose to your toes

Like a drug of
Exhilaration
So are nature’s
First blushes
As season’s change
Just a first glimpse
Introduction,
Anticipation
Of something
Beautiful yet
To come

So as autumn’s
First colors
Come out to play
They remind that
Life is here to stay
This is a whispered
Promise
Of even more joy
On the way

But why or 
Maybe,
Perhaps
Autumn dies in 
Such fiery glories
Of raging oranges, reds
& golds
Because it will be
God’s fiery intense love
That ends all the struggles
For man’s eternal soul
ushering out everything old

So, as angels begin to 
Sing
Of approaches of winter
Their voices remind us
Another re-creation
Awaits from God
Re-created New World,
End of all pain, strife
Suffering
As we look into the face
Of our Resurrected King
He announces the return
Of mankind’s new Spring!

Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

Autumn’s colors splash

Everywhere

Shy at first

until

They burst,

screaming

Through the air

Beneath a crystal sky

Blue air above my head

Leaves go floating by

Ruby’s reds, oranges

Sun’s-burst yellows

Explode within my soul

For wasn’t that your goal?

God, didn’t you do it just

For me

Rent them from your heart

Created just to please

The senses

They fall below my knees

In such beauty, your glory’s colors.

Oh, if I could die like that!

Fire Goddess

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It was beautiful yesterday in my part of the world. The sky was a crystal clear blue with no clouds. The sun was out, and it was cool but not too cool. I could not resist a photo of one of the gorgeous trees. I hope God blesses your day. Praise God!!

Fire Goddess

Tentacles reach
With at first timid
Gestures toward space,
That crystal blue dome
Above the flames.

Fiery red, consuming
Summer’s older green
Pledging life
Although different
Yet just as good.

The goddess blows by
Whispering their names
Touching, brushing
With her burning hands
And brilliance, her spirit.

Consuming flames
Brilliant reds, golds,
Oranges
She touches, flings,
Breathes out her power

Over life, more colorful
Exuberant from her
Passing by.
Her gift of this last glory
Before the cold sleep

Returns to place a
Blanket of chilly rest
Upon the trees, ground
And airy sky.
Insisting on being remembered

She moves on, painting
Slinging bright colors
Unavoidably in plain view
Every warm hue
Possible from an earthly palette.

She will not be
Overlooked, extolling
her beauty without words
she sighs, simpers,
fully satisfied with this self

she is, will be.
We see, enjoy, grateful
For a last beautiful bliss
Before winter’s icy fingers
Destroy her unrelenting work.

We look up. Stay, stay
We beg. Tell us your
Name
Pleading we listen, hoping
To learn what to call

This creator of glorious color
Even if only temporary.
She stops in passing, hesitating
To reveal, at last relinquishes to
Whisper. . . . Autumn.