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Becky’s Haiku: Sweet and Heart

White daisies sway in

the field; vision sweet touches

the faint heart with peace.

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NEW HOPE

 

New day gently dawns;

early morning sun rests on the horizon.

Wakes the sleeping songbird;

he gladly sings, chirps, and trills.

Overhead the brightening sun climbs upward

piercing and dispelling the darkness of night.

Ever softly, a seed is planted in the heart

of a downcast soul;

birth of encouragement with

discovery of new hope.

CELEBRATE SPRING

 

Crystal blue sunlit skies;

Early Easter morning sunrise.

Leaves appearing; hints of emerald green

Enveloping the once barren trees

Branches reaching skyward and wild wood thickets;

Robins strumming, croaking frogs, and chirping crickets.

Aroma of a warm, refreshing rain;

Thunder rumbles occasionally on the horizon.

Evenings stretching into sun-gilded twilight;

Soft shimmering moon hovers in the starry night.

Purple violets dotting the grass-laden meadow;

Rabbits hopping and scampering squirrels

In the forest hidden by leafy boughs,

New fawn and doe quietly wandering about.

Gifts of new life and hope emerging: new treasures

found in the season of Spring.

Lesson in the Wind

 

Wind whistling with the

waltzing trees, lofty whispers:

eerie to perceive.

Trees swirl in rhythmic

flair as sound of the wind’s whirl

pierce the heart and air.

How the wind has such

temper to serenade us

with woeful banter.

During storms at night,

how I lay in silent fear waiting

to see morning light.

Wild shadows outside

my window unnerves me as

wind shrieks, howls, and blows.

Nothing to do in

the darkness but to be still

and quietly rest.

It’s my decision

to trust in the Lord’s plan and his

promised provision.

Or to lament and

fret instead as I cringe with

worry on my bed.

The fierce wind, though, is

a reminder of things in

life I can’t control;

need to trust in faith

to let Jesus lead the way

and gently let go.

 

The WINTER Season

Winds blowing from the north and northeast; marching across the prairie sea.

Icicles stretching beneath the cold sunlight to touch the frozen white landscape.

New fallen snow filters the blustery air and blankets the vast land;

Trees stripped bare of their colorful garments of leaves

Ever bravely face now the onslaught of the cutting, frigid breeze.

Reminiscent of seasons past but with hope I remember these

blustery and bone-chilling days will not last.