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”

Wings

The call is long and lonesome, as he circles in rounds of rigorous flight. I squint to see his form drift on mild currents; a shadow searching for prey, predictor or partner? Power emerges from his pristine wings, talons sharp and curved to cuddle prey, aquiline nose -hooked beak- for tearing flesh or perhaps, tenderlyContinue reading “Wings”

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”

His Call

He calls and repeats his call,it travels on the tepid breeze,encircles the weary woodland,rises up to crafty cumulus clouds,trails passed each blade of grassand falls into empty, murky marsh. He waits and waits even longer,his tune falls to silent, vacant realms knowing her image trails in his mind,lifts his head and rises high to listening,heContinue reading “His Call”

May Day

Perhaps, “mayday” was a warning cry for warmth after a long bitter winter years ago?Maybe only the spring peepers really know how to cheer on an early May’s jubilant song?Were the migration of birds dismayed as snow steadily seeped in frozen ground? On the brighter note… Mayflowers nodded their sleepy heads on bare branched forestContinue reading “May Day”

The Earth

In the beginning darkness spread its veil,before the setting of the first golden sunset,earlier than man stepping on the earth;at first ALL was righteous, good, upright.Originally, it was God who made a perfect, pleasant place for all to live in harmony! In the end, it becomes the creation’s honor,as time trickles to an expectant climax, toContinue reading “The Earth”

Spring Hope

If I could paint a landscape of spring,to reveal the magic it can truly bring,it would be of forsythia’s brilliant showwhere yellow blooms abundantly grow!Of a carpet of green after months of tan;cool, curly blades of grass, budding leaf,and new flower bulbs deep in dirty sand.Warmth in the fresh air as if to knowits lifebloodContinue reading “Spring Hope”

A Vine

What is a branch without a leaf,a lovely, lush, living gem of green?Where does the vine first connectbeneath the dark, deep, dim earth?When does the branch give birthto tender bud, to juicy fruit, to life?Why does the branch bare badly;it has dried and is no longer rooted. Without sturdy roots,a branch becomes just tinder; embersContinue reading “A Vine”