Big Sky Buckeye

A writer's journey continues

Morning Time

Posted on May 8, 2021 by bigskybuckeye

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Morning arrives before sunrise

Blessed calmness comforts life’s soul

Taking time to honor Father

His Word filling today’s payroll

Morning stillness quiets life’s heart

Time for prayer-filled reflection

Hot coffee and conversation

Blessing now Father’s connection

Morning always starting like this

Creature of life’s daily routine

Sharing special moments with Him

Just with Father, our special scene

Morning time ending much too fast

Father’s presence felt all day long

Confident and ready for more

Holding tight to His faithful song

Morning will return, always does

Looking forward to precious times

Father’s Spirit, life’s alarm clock

Moments filled with heavenly rhymes

This poem is inspired by my daily morning time in prayer and study with God’s Word. This special time with my Heavenly Father has become more and more intertwined into my daily fabric.

Monday’s Memories: Gentle Sounds

Posted on February 15, 2021 by bigskybuckeye

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Morning rain has marooned me at home

A brisk walk delayed, but never alone

Drinking coffee, another cup please

Addicted to caffeine with such ease

The early morning darkness

Stands ready in its stillness

The window is cracked open, just a bit

Hearing marvelous sounds, makes a hit

Pausing to listen and begin to write

Sounds of pleasure, being so right

Falling droplets of rain earn a trip down

Splashes on the deck, a relaxing sound

Song birds croon from atop tall trees

Sounding splendid, joyous, and free

Wet roads, close by, signal more

Amplifying car tires, ready to roar

An approaching plane flies overhead

Traveling on to Rickenbacker instead

A pair of geese flies through the sky

Their unique greeting says good-bye

My pen scratches delicately away

Listening to ink-filled words today

Simply enjoying an outlook from outside

Bringing life’s gentle sounds to me inside

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Morning Dreams

Posted on December 31, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

Darkness hides

Morning’s reception

Silence riddles chilly air

Mellow breeze

Wind chimes serenade

Peace soothing this resting soul

Candle glows

Dancing shadows play

Frolicking, flickering flame

Hot coffee

Early, steady mate

Comforting, every drop

Good ol’ friend

Morning hums with fun

Feeling the caffeine-fueled boost

Dawn’s twilight

Distant horizon

Breaking through hardheaded clouds

Music plays

Tunes stir memories

Jukebox sings with sunrise joy

Life’s pages

Another chapter

Feeling all cozy and warm

Dreams invite

Delightful journey

Buzzing, unmistaken joy

Snooze button

Calling, “Please hit me”

Let’s start all over . . . again!

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Monday Memories: Pre-Dawn Splendor

Posted on November 16, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

This poem was inspired from an early morning walk in a neighborhood. The walk began in the darkness of the pre-dawn and finished with the rising sun.

Pre-dawn light slowly brightens the dark sky

Encouraging the night to salute its good-bye

Night’s closing remnants offer one concluding look

Winking back, crescent moon appears, like a hook

Crisp, cool air reposes its gentle hand

Rising sun will shortly warm the land

Morning dew moistens the grassy, green meadows

Frolicking rabbits chase each other in the shadows

Pungent odor permeates the pre-dawn air

Marking its territory, a skunk doesn’t care

Multitudes of birds announce the coming day

Sending out a chorus of joyful songs of praise

Deer graze in lush fields for a moment longer

Eating tender, green shoots to grow stronger

No human eyes have awakened quite yet

Sleeping in a cabin, seems like a sure bet

Nature wakes up to the arrival of summer daylight

Presenting God’s creation, with abundant delight

Morning Peace

Posted on September 30, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

From Lamentations 3:22-23: “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

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Early morning arrives

Filled with mishmash of thoughts

Searching for peace of mind

Asking God, call the shots

Waiting in the kitchen

Prayer time with the Lord

His spirit calms life down

Life’s outlook feels restored

Table’s Bible invites

Reading, learning God’s Word

His insight teaches truth

Daily lessons inferred

Accepting God’s invite

Dressed for an autumn walk

Dialog moves outside

Let’s continue to talk

From Isaiah 57:19: “Peace, peace, to the far and the near, says the Lord; and I will heal them.”

Incessant

Posted on September 19, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

This poem takes a different route from much of my usual poetry. It begins with the word “incessant” and carries this meaning throughout the poem with various synonyms. Using free verse, the number of syllables remains consistent with seven in the odd-numbered lines and ten in the even-numbered ones. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Early in the morning’s peace

Welcoming the incessant quietness

Predawn light creates shadows

Enjoying their unending playfulness

Cool, crisp air signals autumn

Witnessing the season’s ceaseless nature

Solitary doe walks nearby

Looking for tender grass, endless craving

Neighbor walking her collie

Moving with an uninterrupted pace

Front porch provides morning roost

Dreaming now of countless, unbroken thoughts

Past memories parade on by

Watching an ongoing video show

Former students fill the room

Flourishing with unflagging attention

Grandchildren always gather

Hearing constant laughter, bringing a smile

North wind gusts with icy chill

Feeling winter biting with nonstop bliss

Frigid cold invades the porch

Warming now, by persistent fireplace flames

Life has been kind, a blessing

Spending everlasting time with our Lord

**From the front porch, one can sit and watch the entire day unfold.**

Step by Step

Posted on June 6, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

One of my favorite places to walk is a short drive from my home. Walnut Woods Metro Park (the Woods) is a special place to find nature’s treasures along its easy to moderate trails. The photographs shown with this poem were taken a few days ago. Enjoy!

**Peaceful Walnut Creek meanders along the northern border of park.**

Early morning light beckons

Putting on worn hiking shoes

Overcast skies hold back rain

Nature waits with charming views

Driving to a park, the “Woods”

Tranquility always waits

Peace and beauty reaching out

Eager feet, needing no skates

Step by step, walking farther

Park’s vastness, shouting with joy

Around each bend, nature smiles

Many sights and sounds deploy

Morning excursion teases

Birds sing back and forth on cue

Precious blossoms smelling sweet

Coffee can’t top nature’s brew

Time seems to pause with each step

Today’s time comes to an end

Ticket punched for return trip

These “Woods” remain a best friend

**A few signs of spring’s early blossoms still can be found, but they will soon be gone.**

Hamlet’s Summer Day

Posted on May 30, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

The inspiration for this poem comes from a photograph published on Jan’s blog in her “Wordless Wednesday” post. Check out her site for some wonderful poetry, inspiration, photography, and so much more. There is probably a hint (yes, definitely) of the rustic and tranquil life experienced in the small communities of western Montana.

green mountains near river under blue sky

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Picturesque, isolated hamlet

Resting below mountainous shadows

Nestled along lake’s calming fingers

Life’s narrative writing tranquil prose

Sunrise crawls over the mountaintop

Cruising silently in their small boat

Early to rise anglers find their spot

Baiting hooks for trout with rainbow coats

Soon village shops begin to open

Curious shoppers fill crowded streets

Welcoming Farmers’ Market today

Locals selling homegrown goods and treats

Later, stillness returns to the town

Sunny, summer day comes to an end

Sun setting behind lake’s dozing shore

Waiting for tomorrow’s best friends

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Serenity’s Rain

Posted on May 20, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

Witnessing an early morning rain inspires the visions for this poem. It is amazing how a view through an open window can bring forth images to write from.

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Replenishing parched, barren land

Serenity’s rain, from God’s hand

Quenching desert’s eternal thirst

Nature smiling, joy now disbursed

Nourishing life with loving pride

Flora and fauna, at God’s side

Touching each leaf, stems from God’s love

Hues of green, colored from above

Singing with praise, birds bless this scene

Creation glowing, dazzling sheen

Sharing splendor, feeling at peace

Morning rain, grants life a new lease

Listening closely, hearing now

God’s serenity, takes a bow

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Witnessing a Foretaste

Posted on May 7, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

Looking outside from the kitchen table offers a view each morning of how our Lord presents each day as a precious gift. Here is a mini sonnet which witnesses a foretaste of the feast to come.

photo of red flowering trees beside body of water

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Viewing the early morning

Welcoming each libation

Peering from kitchen’s window

Witnessing God’s creation

Growing greener, grass below

Blooming, flowers spelling love

Witnessing creative hands

Working each day from above

Taking in this peaceful scene

Witnessing each day’s foretaste

Blessing each feast, more to come

Tasting moments, without haste

Witnessing God’s daily Grace

Making life a happy place

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From Lutheran Communion liturgy, Christ’s people sing: “Grace our table with Your presence, and give us a foretaste of the Feast to come.”

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