Landscape glistens white
Winter gift-wrapped for one day—
Melting tomorrow
Calendar page turns
Blistering heat dome moves in—
Spring’s ironic script
Thunderstorm descends
Torrential raindrops blossom—
Floodgates spring to close
Salty seas
Cascading moods
Some moments serene
Others rise, stormy brewed
Angry waves
Gathering tides
Timeless, rushing in
Next generation guides
Gloomy clouds
Hiding danger
Ships’ rock-filled graveyard
Guarded by new ranger
Fortunes change
Rescuing peace
Peril uncovered
Lighthouse opens eyepiece
Quiet light
Building up steam
Tranquility flows
Spirit redeems moonbeams
Emotions
Flowing away
Gentleness breathes
Illuminates this day
This poem is inspired by the words of American poet, Martin Buxbaum (1912-1991): “I have seen the sea when it is steady and wild, when it is quiet and serene; when it is dark and moody. And in all its moods, I see myself.”
Radiant sunrise
Landscape springs forward with hope—
Goodbye winter blues
Refreshing rebirth
Creation’s blessed treasures—
Spring’s salvation blooms
Spring’s welcoming breath
Waking from winter’s slumber—
Freshened with color
Nature’s creative power is far beyond man’s instinct of destruction. [Taken from Verne’s book, TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA.]
Before all masters, necessity is the one most listened to, and who teaches the best. [Taken from Verne’s book, THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND.]
Jules Verne (1828-1905) was a French novelist, poet, and playwright. Several of his novels became classics, and two of his finest works are listed in the quotes above. His writings were highly skilled in their technical aspects, even though his vision was years ahead of his lifetime.
Darkness of morning
Massive thunderstorm gathers—
Waiting light of peace
Nighttime without joy
Storm’s anger now exhausted—
Brilliant sunrise
Today’s windy breath
Questions about tomorrow—
Navigating hope
From the words of American naturalist, writer and philosopher, Henry David Thoreau: “Nature is but another name for health, and the seasons are but different states of health.”
Nature’s own therapy
Spring’s refreshing garden
Filled with colors of peace
Bearing life’s fresh pardon
Daily snapshot of hope
Each replenishing choice
Picked from nature’s goodness
Sharing next calming voice
Prime time’s blessed season
Signs of spirit reborn
Focused on healing light
Escaping from life’s thorns
Source of brighter outlook
Images praise with joy
Sweetened inspiration
Renewing vows deploy
Love accents morning air
Slightest breeze coming forth
Destined for harmony
Creating life’s true north
Fame is a bee. It has a song. It has a sting. Ah, too, it has a wing.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul–and sings the tunes without the words–and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) was an American poet. Little known during her life, Dickinson has become to be regarded as one of America’s most respected poets.
Whispering tree
Spring renews season’s lease
Building each leaf
Observing landscape’s peace
Praising blue skies
Creator shares His love
Holding time still
Sharing daylight above
Warming ground swells
Spring arrives to embrace
Stirring with life
Breathing with nature’s grace
Connecting hope
Creator at doorstep
Refreshing trust
Lighting journey’s small steps
Exhaling joy
Spring follows daily plan
Writing each page
Lifting spirits of man
Uplifting love
Creator’s whispers spun
Setting table
Rising with morning’s sun
From Ecclesiastes 3:1: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”
Winter’s snow, cannot hide
Cherished love, deep inside
During darkness of night
Her love shines, always bright
Spring’s blossoms, love shares
Life’s newness, always cares
Nature wakens, each land
Her splendor, in God’s hands
Summer’s glowing spirit
Longing to walk near it
Love growing, day by day
Her grandeur comes this way
Autumn’s colored venue
Love fills each day’s menu
Landscape treasures each thrill
Her warmth hides winter’s chill
Seasons, patient with time
Faith grows, ever in rhyme
Righteous gifts, sing as hymns
Father’s love, never dims
From Lamentations 3:22-24: “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in Him.'”
Originally published February, 2021.
Outdoors we are confronted everywhere with wonders. It is our daily bread.
From Psalm 19:-2: “The heavens are telling the glory of God, and the firmament proclaims His handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge.”
Wendell Berry (born 1934) is an American novelist and poet. Much of his writing embraces the goodness of protecting our environment and preserving agriculture’s way of life.
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