Your Splendor

I know my camera does not begin to show the real beauty of these large sycamore trees. I think I need a wide angel lens to get the feel of how big they are. I love these. The white bark really shows through so much better in the winter without all their leaves. I hope you enjoy the photos and may God bless your today and your holidays!! Below is a silly little poem I wrote as I was riding my bike on the greenway today.

Splendor


Tall,
In all your beauty
Oh, 
Don’t you think
You’re quite the cutie!
Lighter, brighter
Than all the darkened greys
For this season,
Here today
Your blanched,
Whitened skin
More glances from
The passersby
Does your grandeur win
On display your glorious white robe
And as on my bicycle do I pass
For a few moments may I simply bask
In all your warming glow!!

Right before Christmas — So much Sun

Was able to ride my bike on the greenway today along our river. It was cold but the sun was out, and I took a few shots of the sun on the water. It was full of bright, white sparkles. Really, really pretty for a December day here in the south. I hope all of you can get out and enjoy your weather wherever you live. Have a God blessed day!!

Just Starting – Fall’s Colors!!

Here are just a few pictures I was able to get yesterday on our beautiful Greenway system. It’s a paved walkway next to a river here in our city. I live in the south, Middle Tennessee, and the trees, with the right conditions, turn such beautiful colors. It’s only getting started with the first yellows and reds beginning. I hope you enjoy these and your own fall wherever you live. Have a God blessed day!!

Southern Charms

My husband and I got to get out of the house today and walk along our city’s greenway system. The sun was bright, the humidity nice and low as we moved along the river’s edge. We got to enjoy even some of our animal friends. They seemed to enjoy the weather as much as we did. Hope you enjoy the pictures and verse. Have a God-blessed day!!!

Southern Charms

I do declare,
walking in these southern airs
Nature's Southern Charms
most certainly at times
can one completely, totally disarm

I gain delight
at only one sight
of this time of year
Joyful indulgence
Joy for the eye
Yes, even for the ear

Now at fall's cusp
as summer exerts
it's last warmer thrusts
Get out
Enjoy nature's treasures
Store within the heart
Each large and smaller
of all its bountiful pleasures!!

Saying Good-Bye!

This morning for the first time in a long time I was able to ride my bike on our river’s greenway system. Bunches of yellow wildflowers were everywhere because of all the nice rain we’ve had this summer. Some of their clusters were as tall as me (although I’m not that tall). However, things are starting to wither a little in August’s dryer days. Even the river is lower and more shallow with a little bit more algae on its surfaces. Below is a poem that came to mind as I rode.

Saying Good-Bye

Oh, my dear,
For me do not cry
Although for now
I may appear within
Your eyes to wither and
To die

During winter’s coldest blisses
It’s bleak winds trembling
Kisses
I may fleetingly disappear
But remember, 

Next spring 
For me will be found
A completely new start
So during winter’s dreariest day
My glory you may find
Held in the recesses
Love and warmth
Captive and living within your heart!

Winter

I got to enjoy a bike ride along our river’s greenway. Even though it was cold, still I enjoyed the trees, water and some wildlife. Without their leaves, you can really see the actual shapes of the trees, especially the beautiful old sycamore trees with all their white bark. Also got to watch some mallard ducks trolling for food in the river. Also, check out the video above on my youtube channel at https://youtu.be/ZrjWsbPNLOY Have a blessed day!


Winter

Winter's beauty
Owns its own allures
Exhibited in true joys
Although not as green
As luscious summer's toys
But still entertaining
Desiring also our
Approval to be gaining
For remember after all
Tis the mighty hand of God
Creates its chilly framing
And it's rampant charms 
Oh so most beguiling