My Leviathan from the book of Job and in my novel Jemi’s Noble Quest. He’s a bit more winsome than fierce. ☺️

“Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook,
Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?”

Job 41:1

First Snow

Birds fluff feathers against raw wind
which howls down white laden paths;
across yards of stubbled corn fields
though densely gathers pines groaning.

Deer huddle in small family packs
warming earth with robust bodies
under dollops of snow gathering
above on lifeless, creaking branches.

Squirrels tunnel deeper in cozy dens
wishing to rest the snowy day away
in earthen home intricately designed
around stacked and stored delicacies.

Children linger at closed doors
breathing frosty designs on window
waiting to pile into falling snows
aroused with endless excitement…
Of First Snow!

P. Wolf

This is a photo of a section of Turtle Creek which I walked to in between preparations of our Craft Making Weekend. It was mostly a relaxing stroll as cars whizzed by a little too fast.

“Turtle Creek is in the Lower Rock River Basin, flowing from Turtle Lake in Walworth County, Wisconsin to Rock River in South Beloit, IL. The Turtle Creek watershed’s 231 square miles are in eastern Walworth County (62%) and Rock County (38%).”

Turtle Creek is divided into three sections throughout its journey. This photo was taken near Delavan Wisconsin. In spring thousands of migratory birds stop along the Turtle Creek Wildlife Sanctuary. It’s a wonderful, but noisy experience.

“This 13-mile stretch of stream (plus Comus Lake) is buffered by more than 2,000 acres of adjacent wetlands in the nearby state-owned wildlife area.”

As each spring arrives, so do hungry birds. Their tradition is to stop at this fruitful wildlife buffet. I hope you make it a tradition to gather each Sunday with faithful believers of Jesus in churches teaching the Word of God. It’s food for the soul.

I’m so delighted in my grandkids. Their reading and stage appearance was outstanding at an Authors Event we had a few weeks ago at my local church. Proud Nana here 💕

STANDING

Standing alone
amidst greenery,
down country lane
on last of Autumn
aflame with passion.

We often stand alone
amidst the tide,
down dreary days;
last of helpless hope
flickers in the soul.

Gone are birds
in greying skies;
an emptiness in wood
have taken flight
alone once again.

We unable to fly
into better days
and brighter ways;
have to consider
our lonely plight.

The tree stands firm
wind rushes by,
rain pelts leaves;
yet, it stands
a sentinel on a hill.

Stand firm believer
wind can stir,
rain can cleanse;
yet, stand firm
be light upon a hill.

“You will not need to fight in this battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord, who is with you, O Judah and Jerusalem!’ Do not fear or be dismayed; tomorrow go out against them, for the Lord is with you.” 2 Chronicles 20:17

(God’s promises to Judah and Jerusalem is true today for those who love Him. For whatever you go out against, look to God and be a light on that hill.)

My Next Book

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

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!

THE LIGHT SHINES FORTH

In dabbling darkness,
bleakness becomes bliss
a crescendo climbs
a full moon’s shadow
across the World.

A full moon
in lunar phase
iridescent, illuminates
beyond shades of
twilight Earth.

‘tween the shining sun,
marvelous moon,
appears as a
generous circular disk
against inky orb.

P. Wolf

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