Leaf’s Lace

green pine tree covered with snow
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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

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

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

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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

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

Perfect Morning!

 

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

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close up of splashing water
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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

KODAK Digital Still Camera

 

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?

More Showers of Flowers

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!!!