The Art of Seasons

Woven one-by-one,Spring nest ready for new birth;rests on cracks of life. Come, mid-summer flight,a journey of full, frail life;wings like stained glass. Drama in the skies,clouds layered, heaped, piled;in Autumn twilight. Bittersweet winter,laced flakes of icy snow;no two are alike. To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: Ecclesiastes 3:1Continue reading “The Art of Seasons”

The Sanctuary

The towers in my cathedral stand tall,steady, stately as they sway; unaware of any turmoil which clenches, clutches and chokes. Tall, trim trees adorn with ornaments grand.Rubies of cardinals, aquamarine jays, amber breasted robins are only a few precious gems. Gaze upward, for solitude reaches higher than thirty or forty foot pines gathered in openContinue reading “The Sanctuary”

Mizzle, Drizzle Day

Leaves tremble in the slightest of breeze, like a tea cup in the hand of an old man. Mizzle, drizzle drips, drips from cloudy sky were wisp of fog swirls in a creative dance. Spring rains bring a melancholy mood, except for the wiggly, squiggly worms who stretch high about earth to moisten their tightContinue reading “Mizzle, Drizzle Day”

Waters

“The earth is the Lord’s, and all its fullness, The world and those who dwell therein. For He has founded it upon the seas, And established it upon the waters. Psalm 24:1-2 Eddies formed along a rocky river bank;swirling in steady circles to shape winsome whirlpools whirling in flowing currents. A few spun ever soContinue reading “Waters”

The Lion

What Lion’s mane can shake the earthor fill the air with an enormity of fear? Whose roar ricochet past barren plainand circles slowly back to all the earth? When is man just a man while beastor brawn buries burdened paws in dirt? Where is the One, King of Kings, who rulesand He is Maker ofContinue reading “The Lion”

February’s Thaw

Soften snow sweltersbeneath my snow shoed feet,as sun glistens then stirs each brisk February season. It’s a time of sharing hearts,of throwing kisses in the wind,as length of days chattermy drowsy woodland awakens. Icicles drip, drip, drip rhythmictapping upon snow, echoes thewoodpecker a symphony of soundsdown lazy land, pastoral paths. I still my stride in hopesContinue reading “February’s Thaw”