Monday Memories: Love Never Dims

From Ecclesiastes 3:1: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”

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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

 

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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.

Searching for Spring (Haiku Series #365)

Not Quite Yet

Frozen tundra’s cold

Fireplace consumes final log—

When will winter end?

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Calendar’s Frozen Page

Sunny skies, all blue

Winter’s Arctic deception—

Days of lasting chills

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Perhaps Now

Warm, westerly winds

Chinook’s welcome arrival—

Winter’s escape plan

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Monday Memories: Winter’s Repose

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Winter’s white blanket covers frozen land

Sheltering nature’s glory until spring

Arctic-fed winds seem to blow from glaciers

Sleeping quietly, life conceals its zing

 

Northernmost Great Lakes transform skies to gray

Flying above, geese enjoy winter’s fling

Small ponds reflect from thick, icy mirrors

Pausing all around, boldness waits for spring

 

Ancient trees appear to wait in repose

Ignoring life’s deep freeze, buds holding out

Nature’s winter rest, preparing for spring

Arriving tonight, snowstorm’s final shout

 

Never to worry, winter fades away

Coming on schedule, spring colors each day

 

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Originally published January, 2021.

Each September (Haiku Series #344)

Anticipation

Summer’s chapter ends

Autumn’s colors being groomed—

Landscape awakens

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Fulfillment

Summer’s gate closes

Autumn’s eager to open—

Cascading colors

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Transformation

Summer’s warmth fading

Sunlight’s arc sliding lower—

Autumn here at last

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From the words of American farmer, artist, and writer, Rowland E. Robinson:  “September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn air.”

September Quotes

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Ah, September!  You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.

Peggy Toney Horton is an American writer, who lives in West Virginia.

All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.

Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) was an English writer.

Monday Memories: Incessant

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!

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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.

Originally published September, 2020.

Breath of Life

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Season to season

From love’s treasured heart

Every breath of life

Landscape’s fresh restart

 

Nature’s life cycles

Reborn every spring

Yet, autumn mourns loss

Winter’s darkness stings

 

Throughout life’s phases

Hope’s fateful ascent

Never to wither

Love always present

 

Always on schedule

Life’s permanent breath

Winter fades away

Spring overcomes death

 

Eternal love lasts

Cold ground warms again

Life breathes as He planned

Creator’s “amen”

 

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Anne Bradstreet Quotes

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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.

Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) was an English-born poet who lived in the American colonies where her poetry was the first to published in the New World.

Windmill’s Faithful Turning

Shifting seasons frame change

Visions color each page

Windmill’s faithful turning

Always prepared to engage

 

Stirring with day’s sunrise

One more painting to view

Autumn’s awakening

Colors ink nature’s tattoos

 

Circling within each hour

Landscape reveals fresh start

Winter’s white fills sketches

Snow-covered quilt warming hearts

 

Waiting with eagerness

Tender green sprouts share love

Spring’s quenching refreshment

Precious gifts rain from above

 

Enjoying lazy days

Filled with endless sunshine

Summer’s relaxation

Flowers color each headline

 

Sharing seasons’ rhythm

Time to exchange baton

Windmill’s faithful turning

Pleasantly awake at dawn

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This poem was inspired by the reflective lyrics found in “The Windmills of Your Mind” as sung by English actor and singer, Noel Harrison (1934-2013).  In 1968, the song became a top-10 hit in the United Kingdom.  He was the son of acclaimed English actor, Rex Harrison.

Eternal Presence (Haiku Series #304)

Morning’s Light

Welcome back sunrise

Sharing landscape’s masterpiece—

Creator with us

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Season’s Destination

Autumn transitions

Fashioned by Creator’s breath—

Anxious winter waits

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Evening’s Peace

Horizon’s curtain

Sunset invites journey’s dreams—

Creator at rest

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