An Autumn Day
Sandhills gather like
Autumn leaves on woody branch
a time of farewells…
Echoes their grand call,
sad vibrations fill the air
from wet, marshy pond.
Frost clings to morning
October shakes its old head…
thankful for a rest.
Until Spring, I say…
to leaves, visiting birds and warmth
wrapped in woolen coat.
P. Wolf
Hope to see you there!
All Creatures Big & Small
I had the pleasure of having one of my grandsons go on my morning walk with me. I usually listen to an audio preacher, Pastor John is a favorite, but that morning my grandson and I walked and talked. Every once in a while he would stop to study something; an unusual stone alongside the shoulder of the road, a larger than life pine cone or a brightly colored leaf.
The conversation went on about his day and hopes for it. He manage my pup who walked between us. The dog adores him and lets out squeals of joy when he arrives.
Halfway through our walk he handed me the leash. I watched him wander a little ways off. He bent and tenderly gathered something in the palm of his hand. Then trotted to the shoulder of the road.
“What are you doing?” I questioned.
“Saving a wooly bear from being run over.”
I smiled at the small act of kindness. Remember in each day we have the opportunity to show kindness.
“Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.”
I John 3:8
Tale of Seasons
(For those who have seen at least 70 springs.)
I heard a red wing this morning,
he sat at top frosty cattail.
It reminded me of spring.
Here in the Northwood
the red wing is one of the
first birds to visit my pond.
Chill nipped at my nose,
frothy swirls of smoke
rose into the morning air.
Woodsy swirls,
almost bitter
from dried wood,
warming homes.
A cardinal sat
in sunshine next to
a fluff of milkweed.
White frost lined my road,
atop brittle grasses.
My heart yearned for spring.
The red wing told me it was,
but the comical cardinal
told me a different story.
One in which half the trees
are bare, others fall like rain
on dry dark pavement…
the end of our autumn.
The air is quite chilled,
growing season passed,
winter’s around the corner.
My life, autumn passed,
winter has arrived with
few years left on earth.
But the promised spring
… will come once again
to the next generation.
P. Wolf
“One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts.” Psalm 145:4
My next release coming up around Valentine’s Day. The manuscript will be off to my editor next week and then a round of four others to fine tune the story. Its journey has begun for kids ages 10-14!
Patti Wolf 