Becky’s Pantoum: Upon the Fringe of Deep Black Night


Upon the fringe of deep black night

The sky remained a vast ocean of blue;

The perfect sphered moon shone its’ light

Casting a faint and ghostly hue.

The sky remained a vast ocean of blue

While a lone ship sailed the silent sea

Casting a faint and ghostly hue

On the lapping waves so deep.

While a lone ship sailed the silent sea

Searching for its faraway home;

On the lapping waves so deep

Voyaging onward all alone.

Searching for its faraway home

Beneath the canopy of darkness stretching on;

Voyaging onward all alone

Yet somehow hoping to perceive the distant sun.

Beneath the canopy of darkness stretching on

The perfect sphered moon shone its’ light;

Yet somehow hoping to perceive the distant sun

Upon the fringe of deep black night.

Beyond the Transparent Glass


Sitting near the sunlit window

With wondrous eyes and pointed nose;

Watching golden autumn leaves

Float and twirl in the breeze.

Oh to touch and grasp a leaf.

To smell and taste; is it sour or sweet?

Reaching with a curious paw

Only to meet the smooth pane and that is all.

Looking wistful and a bit downcast

At being thwarted by the transparent glass.

Continuing to stare into the sunshine’s haze

With a quiet and yearning gaze.

And with paw on window remaining at rest

Still hoping to reach further yet

Beyond that barrier of transparent glass

to touch a fluttering leaf at last.

Becky’s Haiku: Call of the Lark


 In this wooded park

Past the tall rushes, one might

Hear a singing lark.

I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “lark” and “rush”. I am continuing to enjoy these challenges.  If you like word challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link:

Autumn in the Air


Days are ever shorter

And gradually cooler;

As a later sun rise

Filters the morning sky.

Clusters of dangling leaves

Still adorned in shades of green

While clinging to their branching vines

Against the tide of passing time.

But then pause, look, and behold:

Vibrant splashes of yellow, orange, and gold.

And a leaf here and there

Silently lets go floating in the air.

The vaulting sky still illuminates radiant sunshine

As if determined to thwart the swiftly encroaching night.

Squirrels and other creatures too scurry to and fro

Gathering acorns and food before that first winter snow.

Days become ever cooler still

Until there is a blowing wintry chill

And all too soon all the once vivid leaves

Loosen their grasp in a blustery breeze

Fluttering downward, carpeting the ground;

Naturally accepting their time had come.

So quietly Autumn exits allowing Winter

To have its season amid this transitioning weather.

But even so with each new passing day,

I will choose to cherish this time that the Lord has made.

Wishful Thinking


Days filled with clouds and

Nights with rain; how I wish to

See the radiant sunshine again.

The vast sky is continually

Wrapped in foreboding dark gray

Through the night and lasting all day.

A break in the clouds

Would be a cheerful sight; oh

To view again the glowing sunlight

Lifting and softly dawning

Upon the tree-lined horizon.

And to embrace again the warmth

Of the orange tinted orb in the morning dawn

While it strokes and dries the rain soaked land.

But must be patient and quietly believe

 That again I’ll watch the flaming sun rise

As it journeys over the land and sea

Caressing the world in its warmth

Again as it gently evaporates

 The dwindling mist and rain.

God’s blessings are often that

Way; like soothing rays of hope that

Softly brighten a dark and cloudy day.

So perhaps I will see a hint of sunshine

While I travel through another day

And perceive a glowing ray of hope

To softly brighten my pathway.