My soul is still as late October’s sun glows above fingered bare branches. My heart is chilled as Autumn clings tightly to daylight. My mind wanders… as darken cornfields twist, trembling their fibrous dried stalks. Yet, happiness comes from chattering oaks dancing in November. “Let them praise His name with the dance; Let them singContinue reading “October’s Final Dance”
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Storms of Leaves
They change before my eyes:translucent, transparent telling of coming changes chanting their farewells across the sky. If trees could talk what would be said of their transformation?Would willows weep or birches balk as their leaves are wisp away? Maples seem to chatter in wind;while oaks remain stately and onlyrumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits clingingContinue reading “Storms of Leaves”
1941
War affects the young and old alike. It was a dreary December eveningand I was eight, a kindhearted age.Enthusiasm bubbled up insidemy joyful heart which beat wildlyhearing her thick, rich operatic voice. Life was unhurried back thenone could dawdle during most days.Unfortunately, people were the samefilled with strife and bitterness of heart.I was eight, IContinue reading “1941”
Why Wolves Howl
Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as timeContinue reading “Why Wolves Howl”
Sneak Peek: Chapter Five
Jemi’s Noble Quest Whispers of Messiah Jemi felt a chill. She shivered. It was as if a damp shadow encased her. Frostiness, unlike anything she had known, seized her small frame. Even the chilly mornings of Dor could not match this sensation. The coolness of the recent rain did not come close to this frigidContinue reading “Sneak Peek: Chapter Five”
No One
… just me “A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9 I’ve waited seasons,through times of bitter coldmonths of sweltering heat. As the red-wings return,the flight of Canadians fly toward southern lands. I’ve waited seasons,through times of marketing changes, changes, changes. As publishers pick people,writers with a popular standingand social following,Continue reading “No One”
Point-of-View… 1st or 3rd
There has been a tread in the last few decades, yes young writers some of us have been penning words for a very long time, to write a book in first person. Let’s take a look at “why”. Two older sources below gave some interesting points. Although, as a writer of third person fiction IContinue reading “Point-of-View… 1st or 3rd”
Skylark
A quivering lyricplummeting, plunging;trilling tune toward meadow nest! A warble in wind tumbling toward field;feathers rumbling,trill lingers. A trumpeter’s tunemelodious melody;true herald of bright skies A caroler’s call,seized then snatched;swallowed in firmament.Skylark higher, higher still! “Your lovingkindness, Oh Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies.” Psalms 36:5 Posted for https://dversepoets.com/ A 44Continue reading “Skylark”
As Time Goes By
“I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.” Psalm 27:13-14 The coolness of the forest on a hot sunny day,Embraces my very soul and warms my heart,It is where IContinue reading “As Time Goes By”
Resting Place
It was ancient, their home, tall and stately. There they stood still staring through the veil of night. Waiting, wondering and watching each taking their turn while others rested. It was said by many, “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” But it was of no concern for soon break of day would come.Continue reading “Resting Place”
