Leaf’s Lace
Leaf’s lace
In water
Frozen for all time
Your clear crystal glory
Only brings to mind
A forest’s giant
Rough bark glazed
Painted in winter’s whites
Glistening, waiting
In a cooler’s sun’s light
I walk through
Boots all full of snow
Enjoying the dripping silence
Of this cold day’s glow
Nature waiting
All quiet, sleeping for now
As it comes in unannounced
Spring’s breath blows gently
Stirring to arouse
Trumpets
Trumpets on a vine
Orange glory within green
Along a wooden fence line
Meant for all to see
Miniatures to be sure
In silence they are strung
Muted, without a cure
Simply for my eye’s joy
Have they all been hung
Imbued with intense color
Meant to capture our attention
Will we stop to hear their message
& its silent reminder not to shun?
Of a day in history’s future
Of a Lord returning in glory
Before He arrives to meet us
A trumpet’s loud call will sound
His story
Of majesty, purity, love
And judgement
All will bow, bend the knee
Every eye at last to see
This, His truest face of grace
I wonder,
Will these smaller trumpets
Be allowed at last to join
Their larger brother’s voice
To herald a new world
As all nature sings to rejoice
Medieval Forest
Medieval forest
Formed from trees
Of old
Stories of
Ancient ancestors
Without one
Word told
Silent remnants
Of a quieter world
Watchers of events
Man, animals
Passing through
Still your green
Canopies you unfurl
for us to enjoy
In a faster paced world
We need your reflective
Faces
To remind us of the
graces
Still to be had from
The quiet stillnesses
within
A medieval forest.
Queen Anne’s Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace,
Your demure beauty
always knows its place
along a roadside or in
a green grass-tufted field
if I pinched a slender stalk
would I hear you squeal?
You, very proper and so prim
I think I would never hear
From the pinchings of one stem
A solitary sound to clear
those silent, snowy lips
Regal, austere,
Elegant long limbs
Waving through the breeze
White-crested heads
Do acquiesce to bend
Your rarest esteem
Of this fair day
Sun clears all clouds away
Azure blue above
You below in your
gentle exquisiteness
I will never cease to love!!
Sister, Sister
(Thistles)
Sister, sister
Whispered with a care
Waving fragile heads
In the moving air
Oh, be careful
Here they come
Strangers, interlopers
Into this our world
Under a warming sun.
Will they despoil
Or yet worse
Uproot our lives
From this gentle soil
Our loving home
Stay together
In groups they will see
To Leave us alone
Our nettles will sting
As well as any bee’s
Our heads turn above
long, lovely necks
Pink and purple strands
Of elongated tresses
Designed not for picking
By the hand of any man
Respect is all
We ask for
We too enjoy a part
In all life springing
From this,
Our God’s living soil
We had such a beautiful morning today! The weather was perfect. The temperatures were down so it was cooler, and the humidity was lower also. It felt almost like a cool, clear October day. It felt great after the heat we’ve had. Here are some more pics along our greenway which runs along the river and a creek. I love how on these clear days the water reflects all the colors of the sky and the trees along the banks. I even caught a small red cardinal going for an early morning bath.
We are blessed God loved us enough to make the earth a beautiful place just so we could enjoy its beauty. Praise God and have a great day.
Ripples
Ripples, moving
Silently across
Water’s silken surface
Started from one
Center
Caused when an
Unknown dares
To enter
Its undisturbed peace
In water, it
May be
Fishes bobbing for
Food
Small leaves released
Letting go of life
Or a sudden startling
Boom
Of a hard object
Energies of life
Never static
Always changing
Shifting, provoking
Not always bad or
Good
If given a choice
Be careful what you
should
Allow into your
Undisturbed peace
Reflections
Ancient trees
Stand
Soaking their toes
At the water’s edge
Below
Or knee-deep
Within its depths
which seep
through bark’s
roughened skin
Mirror images
Of plants and earth
Above
Reflections traced
onto a watery world
fitting as a hand
into a glove
Solid browns and green
earthy fingers
Projecting over head
& into the silken surface below
Which ripples and flows
echoing azure skies
And sunlight’s golden glows
God,
If you were to lean
close down enough
As I hold my camera
Tightly within my grip
In liquid’s reflections
Might I be able to trace
The beauty within
The curve of your lip
Upon your face?
Fragility
Frail and pale
I lean ever outwards
Searching
Will this emptiness
Never end?
But I am better
Now
Older, wiser
Very more blessed
Realizing
Sooner rather
Than later
I will be reunited
With the one True Father
In life’s great hereafter!
Today was fairly overcast but without the sun, it was nice and cool. Couldn’t resist some more flower pictures from the riverwalk. I even managed to get a red cardinal to pose for me. The locust bushes were heavy with white flowers, and there were cascades of honeysuckle flowers everywhere. Their sweet smells were heavy in the morning air. Have a blessed day and Praise God!!!
