Several of the Apron String authors will be introducing their newsletters starting on November 19. The reason behind this is to further get to know each of us, while you are waiting for the first book to be released in January 2024. Thank you for dropping in. Stop by the other author’s sites to answer scavenger hunt questions from “The Apron Strings Readers” site off of Facebook. Have a great day!
October’s Recap
Seasons
I have always wonder at the season in the “North”. A quiet warmth arrives within me with each turning season. It’s like those feelings which linger days before a holiday comes. I sense a surge of excitement at what is to change. I am like a child on the eve of Christmas, sleepless in my bed. Yet, a sadness seeps steadily through my veins with the final farewell to a dear friend, the season leaving.
Those are the seasons in Wisconsin and other northern states where our clothes are shed four times a year. It’s a time of metamorphosis as the seasons fly away. I long to watch the leaves change, then fall to the moist earth and wait for the buds to once again return.
Welcome to Autumn of the North.
Farewell
Leaves blush a short farewell
like a bride before her groom;
embracing seasons final days.
Squirrels chatter and gather
anxious to stretch the days,
their legs and stored stockpiles.
Song birds have long vanished;
fair weather-friends flown on.
Yet, faithful chick-a-dee remains.
Pumpkins rots in nearby fields;
once treasures gems of early fall
now just shrinking, stale stench.
It’s the seasons I’m reminded of,
as evening becomes an early veil
above darkened earth once again.
“He changes the times and the seasons; He removes kings and raises up kings; He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding. He reveals deep and secret things; He knows what is in the darkness, and light dwells with Him.” Daniel 2:21-22
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Jerusalem
Israel’s 9/11
A half of century trials
blooms into great suffering
boys and girls dressed
for war, living on the edge.
What aisle, then miles
muddy boots shuffling;
youth in strides of unrest-
the young live to pledge.
Debris lay in littered piles,
too many heart shuttering
war spreads east to west;
youth too young to fledge.
My son, Ryan, stayed in Israel this past summer. He traveled everywhere. The one thing he noticed was young people dressed in uniforms and holding assault rifles, youth 17-19 years of age. Pray for this nation as the loss of the next generation is threatened.
Poetry
FINAL CALL
Worship falls from lips of men
as day settles like dazed dust.
Comes forth silken strains of life;
with heated hues once again.
Whose soul shall He then entrust?
The groom comes for waiting wife.
Yet still shadows twist and turn
danger dangles over earth;
grasps and tangles sinful mind.
Righteous people pause, stand firm;
now enters your end time’s worth.
God does care, calls all mankind.
“Watch therefore, for you do not know what hour your Lord is coming.” Matthew 24:42
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Pray for Israel
October Family Fun
The Promise
THE PROMISE
The red wing sings a final lullaby,
as dampness fills the stilled air.
Leaves fall gently to the ground,
while a slice of silence is found.
My heart now taken back to spring;
when opening buds were a new thing.
Now the scattering of old leaves fall,
color blazes as they whisper and call.
A solo spring peeper deeply groans.
His mates have all left pond to roam;
autumn lingers without a single care,
while soon critter’s life will not spare.
The new snows are soon to coming,
and too many shortened days ahead.
It’s the changing of our annual guard;
which whole heartedly I often dread.
Yet for today, I will solemnly linger,
as final leaves take a graceful bow
and colors illuminates the tinted sky;
it’s today I feel autumn is still alive.
One day the world will be renewed.
Eternal spring will come once again.
It’s to God’s promises which I hold,
as seasons transition and unfold.
“Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”
Revelations 21:5a
Patti Wolf 