Every . . . falling leaf
Reminder . . . winter’s coming—
Dreaming . . . spring’s rebirth
Winter’s silence speaks
Quiet trees withhold their joy—
Waiting for spring’s call
Tender seedling sprouts
Nature transitions again—
Life reawakens
If we are children of God, we have a tremendous treasure in Nature. In every wind that blows, in every night and day of the year, in every sign of the sky, in every blossoming and in every withering of the earth, there is a real coming of God to us if we will simply use our starved imagination to realize it.
From Isaiah 40:26: “Lift up your eyes on high and see: Who created these? He who brings out their host and numbers them, calling them all by name; because He is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing.”
Oswald Chambers (1874-1917) was a Scottish evangelist and Christian teacher. Following his death from an illness while in Egypt during World War I, his wife took on the task of transcribing the detailed notes she had written from his lectures and sermons. Gertrude Hobbs Chambers’ efforts resulted in the publication in 1924 of MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST. I frequently read from this devotional, and it has greatly deepened my faith and understanding of God’s Word.
First snowflake arrives
Autumn’s spirit carries on—
Lingering voices
Morning’s frost whispers
Autumn’s voice fading away—
Winter’s shadow calls
Winter’s coldest words
Warmest phrases lifting up—
Sunrise welcomed back
From Isaiah 65:17: “For I am about to create new heavens and a new earth; the former things shall not be remembered or come to mind.”
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From the beginning of time
God’s creation changes each day
This eternal blueprint conveys mastery
His design takes center stage
His earthly canvas presents wonder
Artistic palette of colors astonish
His imaginative mind never ceases
Earth’s treasures continue to impress
Traveling around this awesome planet
Breathtaking venues await our call
Majestic mountains loom high above
Immense beauty reaches the clouds
Rolling plains shine with beauty
Grasslands thick with green tapestry
Swift rivers travel for months
Mountain-fed water reaches blue seas
Dense forests blanket the terrain
Trees of every description stand
Endless oceans bombard distant shores
Continuous tides frolic with beaches
Wide canyons stretch above rivers
Featuring amazing sculptures and hue
Desert sands infinitely scatter themselves
Continually sifting from God-inspired winds
Days launch with illuminating sunrises
Nights commence when the moon rises
God continues molding and shaping
Praise His incredible creation forevermore
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Originally published May, 2019.
Morn’s foggy presence
Hiding life itself
Nature’s thick blanket
Covering herself
Damp, misty drizzle
Adding with each drop
Nature’s wet coating
Causing traffic stops
Time waits, suspended
Clouding over sky
Nature’s shy retreat
Blocking watchful eyes
Cool air presses in
Chilling every bone
Nature’s icy balm
Spreading frigid zone
Another hour hides
Leaving denser fog
Nature’s signature
Sleeping dialogue
Fall’s colors blooming
Beauty consuming
Snow’s forecast looming
October’s surprise
Brightest leaves falling
Autumn’s paintballing
Is winter calling?
October’s surprise
Fall’s brilliance waning
Winter’s clouds reigning
Snowflakes now painting
October’s surprise
Season’s change scheming
White landscape beaming
Autumn daydreaming
October’s surprise
Leaves’ colors grieving
Wintertime leaving
Fall still believing
October’s surprise
Mighty Yellowstone
Accepting her role
Endless, flowing river
Onward journey, its goal
Creation’s design
Starting near Yount Peak
In and out of mountains
Deepest canyon she seeks
Marked with persistence
Tumbling over falls
Upper, Lower, Tower
Energy never stalls
Currents running free
Leaving her alone
Man forsakes building dams
Nature’s free-flowing zone
Destiny calling
Joining up as one
Big Muddy’s faithful mate
Yellowstone’s cherished run
During its 692 mile journey, the Yellowstone River journeys from the depths of Wyoming’s Absaroka Mountains and Yellowstone National Park into Montana. Upon merging with the Missouri River just across the North Dakota border, these two mighty rivers become one. The confluence is located near Ft. Buford and Ft. Union historic sites.
Another leaf falls
Bridging summer and winter—
Turning autumn’s page
Breathing much improved
Allergy sufferers’ praise—
Fall’s frosty morning
Photographer’s dream
Autumn’s bursting colors wave—
Camera smiles back
Note: Being red-green color blind, I couldn’t recognize the contrast in colors until I looked at this photo.
The writing of this poem is inspired from the works of American poet, Walt Whitman (1819-1892).
Escaping life’s hectic pace
Finding nature’s retreat
Breathing her refreshing air
Freedom’s open love seat
Waking to blessed sunrise
Living off nature’s land
Sowing seeds, fertile harvest
Freedom’s new motherland
Pursuing nature’s rhythm
Feeling never alone
Answering only to God
Freedom’s sturdy jawbone
Sleeping under nightly stars
Filling mind, mellow dreams
Sharing nature’s melodies
Freedom’s harmony beams
Experiencing new joy
Tasting nature’s flavor
Discovering Father’s gift
Freedom’s grace-filled favor
Transition’s river
Creation’s tireless seasons—
Lasting ebb and flow
Blessed reminder
Painting life’s daily landscape—
Creator’s witness
So much to enjoy
Waiting again to blossom—
Steady persistence
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