Wintry Lane

It is often I scamper to the woods to wash my thoughts of day. Beneath the forest crown, upon the threshing floor, and within the arms of watchful limbs I plunge sure-footed down wooded lane. Breathe in the mollify melody of birds among the trees. Feel the ease of earth between my toes. Inhale theContinue reading “Wintry Lane”

Heart’s Laughter

How effortless it’s to wiggle between tree line where critter jiggles from oaks onto pines; till somber, slate storm cloud wriggles and whines. Wayward giggles lost among leafy vines. Staggered squiggles of peace with worn twine; as low-spirited heart may sorrow till morning shines. “Even in laughter the heart may sorrow…” Proverbs 14:13  Over atContinue reading “Heart’s Laughter”

A Moment

Sandhill Cranes from a few summers ago… I meander thawing meadow path. My grandson trails behind. Above a sandhill crane soars across muted sky. Mud caked hove prints cover our way. I gaze at my grandson. His eyes filled with wonder, as he freely asks questions. Questions about the nature of life. Trotting on throughContinue reading “A Moment”

Darkness Lost Its Place

“Where is the way to the dwelling of light;” which ends of earth caress? Why do you question? Poor tired soul sulks: forlorn, forsaken, fruitless. As pointless days eternal, dawn in dust and ash sleep. Encased by God’s dawning light; during testing… awakens. Rise! I write a quadrille poem, inspired by Job 38:19, for dVerseContinue reading “Darkness Lost Its Place”

On the Other Side of Winter

I wrap my scarf tightly. The chill sinks deep. Mist rises and falls on frozen earth. Veiled clouds swirl over icy pond. All is still… breathless marsh grasses. I linger in hope of returning critters: rambling ducks, chattering red-wings and gossiping geese soon will come home. It’s the prattling cricket frogs I long for theseContinue reading “On the Other Side of Winter”

The Nature of Things

  I drench my pillow with salty tears, as night shadows loiter – slowly lurk; till twinkling stars map promising hope.   Down woodland lane and sturdy oaks, past thick meadow spills new growth, toward endless surf and eternal sands;   all so much greater than I am. There I whisper a longing prayer; God’sContinue reading “The Nature of Things”

Dirge for a Tree

my camera’s lens captures unusual qualities scoured by flood and drought’s full vengeance a hundred trees, precious trees, now stand dying lush woodland slipped away, no longer speaks is dying why is it the present holds hand with faults of past qualities ripping with revenge, pouring payback and venting vengeance? wind whipping loose bark fromContinue reading “Dirge for a Tree”