Landscape’s barren ground
Tracking plenty of snowflakes—
Frosty’s welcome grin
Night sky’s Polaris
Navigating by North Star—
Blizzard changes course
Forecast, right or wrong?
Let’s try flipping someone’s coin—
All pockets empty
Pine trees on high alert
Single squirrel standing guard—
“No Christmas trees here!”
Grooming trails with care
Mountain welcomes each skier—
Tranquility shared
Morning’s rising sun
Landscape welcomes warming light—
Night’s snowflakes glisten
Morning rendezvous
Meeting best friends for coffee—
Grace fills every cup
Daily morning breath
Coffee, you always do it—
Another cup please
Morning’s fresh muffin
Tasting sweeter with coffee—
Way over the top!
Man joined with woman
Sharing love throughout each day—
Breath of daily grace
Sun rises each morn
Togetherness in spirit—
Forever in love
Love’s eternal flame
Burning by day as well as night—
Lifetime’s treasured gift
Backroad’s autumn drive
Invigorating colors—
Endless leaves’ parade
Farmer’s pumpkin patch
Invitation to pick some—
Harvest of orange
Quilted with color
Warmest blanket nearly done—
Each cascading leaf
Dawn’s inspiration
Creator’s masterful truth—
Every unique breath
Beloved contrast
Landscape’s eternal bloodstream—
Ancient, yet unborn
Boundless spirit thrives
Tiniest ember of life—
Tomorrow wakens
Ice cream bell ringing?
Memory bank mistaken—
Trolley car coming
Engineer at work
Oops . . . building blocks falling down—
Right back to square one
Swallowing loose tooth
What about the Tooth Fairy?
Dreams filled with magic
Summer forgotten
Autumn’s colorful menu—
Dining out . . . just fine
Precious earth cooling
Harvest finally gathered—
November waiting
Fall’s eternal breath
Illustrating every page—
Nature’s brightest flame
Summer’s chapter ends
Autumn’s colors being groomed—
Landscape awakens
Summer’s gate closes
Autumn’s eager to open—
Cascading colors
Summer’s warmth fading
Sunlight’s arc sliding lower—
Autumn here at last
From the words of American farmer, artist, and writer, Rowland E. Robinson: “September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn air.”
Scripture’s rendezvous
Morning peace at last arrives—
Forgiving grace brewed
Remember always
Today learned from yesterday—
Tomorrow’s wings wait
Slow brewed with freshness
Confidence fills every cup—
Joy’s interactions
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