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As night falls on Autumn days
Winter kisses blow across the land
Frost sparkles in the moonlight
Of the Harvest Moon
Warmth tries to stay but loses out
The chilly air has won
Holidays beckon us onward
To deep festivities of turkey and tinsel
Lights dangle from roofs of many houses
Just to shine with yuletide wonder
Be ready! as winter kisses blow across the land.
Life does present it’s problems but when we get down-pray and write! This poem came out of a time when new love was being smothered by the responsibility of taking care of others and having to be gracious when all you want to do is cry.
Roses creeping along the wall
Seeking a place of their own
Blooming in vast arrays of color
Their beauty tries to console this empty space
That used to be my soul
Why have things gone this way?
I seek a place of my own
A place to rest and bloom
In vast arrays of color
I do not require much in my space
But I cannot acquire anything
That is really mine
Doubt has stolen what I thought was right
Now I am confused and dismayed by life
Time has no scent to perfume my heart
It is stale and seems quite cold
Am I getting to the point that I do not care?
I am afraid-I try not to be
The ground is shaking beneath my feet
I try to stand-to do my best
Can’t seem to get it right anymore
I cannot find my wall where I can bloom
In vast arrays of color.
He talks I believe
Through his muse’s pain
Putting words together
Like dropplets of rain
Not quite sure sometimes
What he really means
I think that -just maybe
He likes this bequiling mystery
He is wild-completely free
Creating words of art for us to see!
When time takes us down
The trail of life
It does not ask
For directions
God chooses the path
We meet eternal blessings
And earthly hardships
Along the way
See many a beautiful thing
Encounter the saddness
Of broken hearts
As we travel on
Beholding the miracles
That only faith an bring
We see that within
The mountain’s height
And the valley’s depth
Are the precious wonders
That we call our
Beloved friends.
A river goes roaring by
Rushing swiftly on
A tree reaches for the sky
Yearning for the sun
A cloud floats into horizon’s eye
Dancing and dodging
Having its fun
Birds soar on the wind’s whispered sigh
Drifting and gliding
Until they are done
A mountain looms over all so high
Guarding and watching
As day draws nigh.
A lazy day of drifting snow
Curled up within my mind
Each thought, each memory
As different as the flakes themselves
Where was I when I first knew,
What snow could do for the mind?
Was it when I was a child of long ago?
Did I make snow angels?
I don’t remember any more
Were snowball fights a part of my youth?
I remember I had to work
Water needed to be carried
Animals had to be fed
Snow covered hay for the cattle
New hay had to be strewn
I remember cold hands without gloves
Did I play between chores?
I built the morning fire in the old wood stove
Carried in more wood and kindling
Making the coffee for the grown-ups
Was a must do for me
Nine children were cared for
I was one of six that went to school
Two and a baby stayed home
Did they play in the snow?
I don’t remember seeing snow angels
When I got home-took care of them
Had more chores to do-cooking ,cleaning
Dishes to do-then homework
Seems like something always had to be done
I remember looking out of the window
After I had gone to bed
Snow was falling-had it erased the day?
I don’t know was I old before my time?
Where was I when the effect of it’s softness
Made its way into my soul, my thoughts?
I remember being tired, but happy and content
Was I comforted like now by it’s beauty
I don’t remember-but it doesn’t matter
I have this beautiful day of lazy snow
As I curl up within my mind
Can’t stay long though-still have chores to do.
“Awaken O Day!” to the morning song!”
Words speak your halos around the moon
Eternal stars twinkle beyond the clouds
Chirping birds call through the dewy air
“Awake!” “Awake!” “Sing praises to God!”
Time is new a precious gift
Not to be wasted or ignored
Minutes flying into the past
Streams of glory ride the ocean’s tide
Misty fingers beckon to the silent fog
“Come see!” “Come See!” “Sing praises to God!”
Sleepy-eyed children cuddle on Mama’s lap
Coffee gives off it’s beguiling scent to say
“Awaken O Day!” to the morning song!”
“Sing Praises!” “Sing Praises!”
“Sing Praises to God!”
Walk through this thing called life
Encounter the happiness
The expectant hope
Fly with the joy of the flower
After refreshing rains
This gift of the day
Freely given
Open it! and live beyond yourself
Into the needs of others
That only love can meet
Thank You, Father!
every trail I have come across
led to every place
I have ever been
whether I took them
or simply passed on by
they knew the way
that led me straight to you
so abide with me
stay close to me
lead as you always do
so that every place
I will ever go
is still the trail
I walk with you.
Butterflies and humming birds
Geese flying south
Feathers and dandelions scurry away
Cottonwoods sing summer’s late song
Kisses thrown on the wind
Fragrance envelopes the rose
Love is born
Life renewed
Hope seen
Cloud dancing
On a crisp blue sky.
byheavenslight 