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”

Mount Zion

I sit still… Amidst hollow landscapes the air breaths spring tunes, as ancients from length of days. I sit still… Watching sun blushing early morn; day passes beneath the moon settles, as aged earth lingers and groans. “Then the moon shall be confounded, And the sun ashamed, when the Lord of host Shall reign inContinue reading “Mount Zion”

Junes’ Song

Before slice of dawn… after throaty bullfrogs croak and birds begin their shrill; there is a parcel of time in which no sounds emerge out in the inky darkness of night. Over shadowy country landscapes, under the veil of bright spring morn there settles an empty, hollow stillness. And some doze, as other stir: ‘boveContinue reading “Junes’ Song”

First Snow

How dreary thorns in flesh? Russet hues in wintry light; against dismal resting earth. It’s here first snow appears; scatters crystals among trees, interrupts rioting leaves of fall. Where comes storehouses of snow? God binds them in unreachable homes; unleashing flakes at His sovereign will. A child sees first snow differently, when mossy earth isContinue reading “First Snow”

The Dwelling

On mucky, cloudy days there’s poetry in my pond. From solstice to equinox; it crosses winter’s ray. Admired the woodchuck, on his groundhog’s day. Yet, the busy muskrat chases Eternal clouds away. Grassy tower stands… it stirs, shifts, and sways. Till… last of days. “As water disappears from the sea, And a river becomes parchedContinue reading “The Dwelling”

Two Vines

Against a crust of snow a vibrant mask appears amidst white, a welcomed plight. Trailing, twisting, turning… Bitter sweet good-byes beckoning eyes to garner; baited, bribe’s delight. Stony slopes and timber thicket… Climbing woody heights, clamber in clusters, canker or cursed blight. Value the Veracious Vine… Drink not bittersweet liquor, dulls the shrouded mind, dimsContinue reading “Two Vines”

Food for Life

I eat my meals in odd portions. An appetizer is an early morning prayer walk, as sunrise filters through budding trees. Main course is my quiet time as I page through the Bible feasting on meat sometimes new and often familiar. Dessert comes as twilight approaches; a stroll through savory woods with a song ofContinue reading “Food for Life”