Mystery ahead
Shadows can’t hide
Each spirit drinks deeply
Endless dreams collide
Pathway of echoes
These woods speak out
Tomorrow surrenders
Darkened voices sprout
Moonlight’s reflections
Mirrors of light
Backwoods’ invitation
Shared from nature’s birthright
Night’s melody plays
Whispers gift-wrapped
Each note of harmony
Composed to adapt
Mystery now found
Morn’s grateful dawn
Spirits return to sleep
Dreams wait to be drawn
Evening’s darkness deepens
Silence now awakens
Nature never rests
While daylight feels forsaken
Gentle spirit’s exhale
Dreams stand ready to climb
Day now forgotten
Headlines swallowed up in time
Starlight scatters its dust
World seemingly asleep
Patience to unfold
Caught up in submerging deep
Harmony’s dawn rises
New day set to embrace
Morning shares goodness
Propelled by bountiful grace
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
Morning’s gifted sunrise
Destiny of new day
Creator’s journey
Balance in life’s ballet
Nature’s comforting hand
Nurturing, rhythmic pace
Creator’s presence
Everything in its place
Seasons change, one by one
Yet, harmony remains
Creator’s patience
Trust in heavenly reign
River’s endless spirit
Mountains standing above
Creator’s landscape
Treasured delights of love
Every generation
Unique in its domain
Creator’s splendor
Lifetime of sweetest grain
Gentle breeze turns life’s page
Tenderness breathes from heart
Creator’s passion
Setting sun now departs
Glorious morning’s start
Grasping Creator’s hand
Warmed by faithful, rising sun
Waking His precious land
Nature’s intimate breath
Towering forest sings
Harmony’s rhythm soaring
Flying on eagle’s wings
Portrait’s autumn colors
Bordering every street
Imagination sails free
Painting each scene, repeat
Gentle spirit gathers
Energizing each thought
Another page waits to breathe
Tying landscape’s love knot
Trusted clock standing still
Adjusting every view
Tomorrow postponed for now
Tasting fall’s freshest brew
From Genesis 1:1-3: “When God began to create the heavens and the earth, the earth was complete chaos, and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.”
Early morning giants
Creator in its midst
Forest landscape stirring
His breath offers assist
Glorious sky blossoms
Creator brightens light
Sunrise worships with praise
Night’s glory taking flight
Vision of what He wants
Creator wakens rain
Parched wilderness transformed
Gratitude fills each vein
Salvation always near
Creator sharing grace
Gentle waters flowing
Life reborn in this place
Heavenly eyes look down
Creator turns new page
Everlasting joy sings
Nature’s gifts come of age
From Genesis 2:1-3: “Thus the heavens and the earth were finished and all their multitude. On the sixth day God finished the work that He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all the work that He had done. So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that He had done in creation.
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
Stanley Horowitz (American poet)
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Henry Beston (American writer and naturalist)
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
Nature’s plot thickens
September’s story finished—
Revised with color
Days growing shorter
September’s warmth slowly cools—
Nights sleeping longer
Forgetting summer
September’s move to autumn—
Leaves express color
From the words of American poet, Helen Hunt Jackson: “By all these lovely tokens, September days here with summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.”
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