Solitude Solitude, Oh, may I ever Rue The day I choose To leave You But don’t worry In my own time I will decide To rejoin My own kind In their world Above That land of man’s Lights & sounds But for now I’ll be here With only You On this quieter ground
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Stumps of Glory Stumps of Glory On display All of what you might say Oh, what stories & of history You must have seen Rising still proud Among the leafy crowd You stand out Your voice still Clear & loud Of longevity, Paternity Firmly still there Younger ones May stare But will not dare To root you out Your core essences Still deep in a Blackened soil So, take pride In this your life I may pass & stare As your beauty Fills the blue airs Above my head To watch you Once again declare The eternal, ancient Triumphs of All Nature’s Glories! I got a chance to get on our river's greenway this morning. Hope you enjoy the photos & poem. Have a blessed day & Praise God!
Haiku – Spring’s Kisses
Rising sun’s gold hues
Found lingering in cold skies
Kisses of spring’s breath
Cars are Creeping
Cars are creeping
& no one is leaping
On those icy streets
Parking lots are dotted
As with deicing salt they are besotted
& stores are hoping
their customers to keep
In my part of the world
Unused we are to this much ice
So even as much as they try
Still we must moan & cry
We need more Salt!
So every thing comes to a halt
As we slip & slide
Inexperienced with
this much Snow & Ice
Wave as we go coasting thru
(my car with a mind of its own
Is now imbued)
Unable to halt at all
At each or any little red stop sign!
Where I live we are not used to ice and snow hardly at all so almost everything comes to a halt with only a small amount of snow. This time, however, we got a large amount of ice (just glad the electrics did not go out). Hope everyone is having a good day and Praise God for His love, mercy & joy!
Dead Wood You see them lying On creek beds Where by watery vistas They have been led Or resting on river sides Carried by the ferocity Of the moving currents’ tides These pieces of dead wood Would anyone have thought They could or better yet should End up in such a useless heap Their limbs jangling, Lamenting in such a lonely keep But Oh, dear friend This is not their end For these shed no tears Have no fear Christ's smallest finger Can transcend Hell's darkest pit In such a place He will not Allow anyone to linger Have faith If you will just believe and God's tranquil waters You will be allowed to see!
Graceful Ladies
(a slight whimsy)
Graceful ladies
All in a row
Is it just for glee
You choose to show
Your whitest underbellies
Shedding dark bark
You simper & glow
From top to toe
As you continue to
Strut in your underclothes!
My Mama would be shocked
Papa enraged
If I dared to engage
In such behavior
I cannot do the same
As you
Nor dare I choose
Such brave frivolity!
The large old sycamore trees along our river greenway are even more lovely in winter when, without leaves, you can see their white bark even better. Have a blessed day & Praise God!
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