Falling Leaves & Fuzzy Grass
Through falling leaves
& fuzzy grass
I hear fall’s whispers
As I pass
On glass waters
I watch you float
In orange, sun-yellows, gold
You gloat
Undisturbed by my remote
Passing by
I hold this day
Within my heart
Knowing from fall’s colors
I shall have to never part
So, if I am allowed to walk
Longer upon this earth
At another day, another time
I shall once again be witness
To that christening divine
Of yet one more glorious fall’s birth!
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!
I could not resist. Our greenway system goes by a large river. The wildflowers this year have been beautiful. I took a few photos because I’m sure they won’t last much longer. I noticed the first few red berries on one of the bushes which don’t usually come out until this time of year, late summer or early fall.
I love the old sycamore trees with their white bark. You can really see them good in winter when they lose their leaves. Even though the sky was overcast, the river always has good displays of reflections whether it’s plants or the colors of the sky. I hope you have very blessed day!
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A Hidden Garden
(Within a hidden garden)
Inside a busy cityscape
Lies an open gate
To a hidden gem
Where mysteries lurk,
Water’s secrets float and swim
A serene lake’s surface
Offers repose
For water’s nymphs
To, chat, relax
& often dip their toes
Unseen by most
But yet they are near
Try to catch a glance
As sunbeams flash
Upon a wing so clear
A fairy queen sits enthroned
Upon a flowered trumpet
As her minions below
Twitter, laugh and dance
At water’s edge within its misted glow
At the end of the path
Too soon it feels
I must leave such
An enchanted place
As I reluctantly turn
Toward reality’s beckoning gate
Forlornly, I sigh
Not wishing to say goodbye
Yet, this I know
Within my mind’s eye
I will always hold
The joy of the hidden path
Thus, anytime down this
Winding shady lane
I shall often choose to go.
Morning’s Mercies
Fresh, morning’s mercies
Recreated new world
Still trembling in moistures
Of crystal dew-drops
These shining pearls
Festoon green-leafed spots
Of glory
Ancient trees, boulders
At edge of water’s shoulders
Could tell many a story
If we take the time to listen
Upon the banks of an earthy liquor
sparkling in bright glistens
Of past times caught, moving
within its wettest web
It’s moving cascades end
Where the calm lake’s surface begins
Kissed by angel’s lips
Granting serenity, peace
To all willing beneath
Its surface their mind to dip
To contemplate and connect
With our Creator’s grace-full face
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
