Transitioning days
Rustic colors filled with hope—
Consumed with their joy
Bountiful harvest
Labors of love wrapping up—
Another clean field
Final leaves dropping
Filling climatic, last breath—
Winter’s patience waits
Fall’s invitation
Fulfilling countryside drive—
Witnessing brilliance
Autumn’s gifted day
Shaping life before our eyes—
Mum’s changing colors
Tree-lined avenue
Passing cars stirring up leaves—
Landscape swirls about
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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Originally published May, 2020.
Weekend rains offer pause
Autumn’s final harvest on hold
Testing farmers’ patience
Temperatures fall, growing cold
Another falling leaf
Afternoon’s cheery cup of tea
Looking through window’s glass
Visions of backyard’s empty tree
Book’s bold invitation
Immersed within mystery’s plot
Welcoming each minute
Story plunges with missing yacht
Day’s gentle, soothing peace
Lost in memories, freshly found
Feeling blessed with each gem
Past wants to hang around
Nightfall now closes in
Rain drizzling, without pause
Hearing silence unwind
Weekend’s spirit cuddles nonstop
Encroaching darkness
Day slipping away
Mystery returns
Sunset turning gray
Ocean’s darkened shore
Tide rolling away
Ship pilots alone
Jagged rocky bay
Forest’s darkened sounds
Nature dreams away
Each scary echo
Owl’s nightly buffet
Time waits in darkness
Future turns away
Hourglass still broken
Quiet on Broadway
Street corner’s darkness
Music plays away
Opera’s phantom
Night’s eerie screenplay
Ship sails darkened seas
Wind turns peace away
Distress now gathers
Storm’s narrow causeway
Darkened stories speak
Silence rides away
Headless horseman roams
Midnight’s getaway
Shadows of darkness
Now turning away
Destiny unknown
Sunrise marks new day
Night’s cloud covering
Gentle rain tapping window—
Tranquility sings
Early morning hour
Glimmer of pre-dawn’s sunrise—
Blissful moments breathe
Clouds bursting open
Umbrella catches each drop—
Splashing through puddles
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.
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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.”
Originally published May, 2020.
Autumn’s faithful gateway
Crisp mornings rolling out
Season’s changing screenplay
Brilliant colors now shout
Kaleidoscope of tints
Autumn’s happy exchange
Day’s colorful blueprint
Fallen leaves to arrange
Summer’s heat fades away
Winter patiently parks
Autumn’s vibrant bouquet
Each color-filled trademark
More gentle days ahead
How quickly they will go
Each vivid, glossy spread
Autumn’s colored chateau
Few more colors glowing
Nature quiets her pace
Autumn’s rainbow slowing
Full of Creator’s grace
Final breath of summer
Extinguished by autumn’s tune—
Leaves’ colorful sketch
Autumn brings changes
Nature’s preparation time—
Every fallen leaf
Trees’ full canopies
Annual autumn harvest
Left bare once again
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Kipling (1865-1936) was an English novelist, short story writer, poet, and journalist.
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