Rays of hope evening
imparts as sun reaches to
touch the yearning heart.
Autumn, aromatically sweet
Before the arrival of a blustery winter scene.
Crowning of billowing trees,
Decorated and adorned,
Emerge in vibrant, resin-scented leaves.
Foliage overhead of lemon,
Green, mango-orange, and shades of gold.
Hovering sphere of light
In the deep sea-blue sky
Journeys from dawn to the arrival of dusk;
Kaleidoscope of sunlight brilliance
Lightens and caresses the marbled planet while in
Measured time, earth orbits and rotates from
New moon to full moon and from
Onset of each new year and new season; its’
Pathway determined in ancient times.
Quivering rays of stretching sunbeams
Reach the autumn forest filled with
Swaying boughs of leaf-laden trees;
Translucent rays brightly display
Unified and blended scene
Vivid in rich hues of harmony
While the cooler wind softly blows.
X-ray vision silently reveals
Yellow, orange, and green veins hidden in minute
Zig-zag stripes in the cluster of autumn leaves
Now gently falling and floating in the
Softly flowing breeze.
The soft wind brushed against my cheeks
while the sun wrapped my arms in a
blanket of warmth.
As I meandered near a cluster of pine
and deciduous trees;
I imagined walking along the
shoreline of the ocean and seeing
the rolling waves rise and tumble with
a reverberating thunderous roar.
Witnessing the water pile up and swirl
with a majestic life of its own;
I could watch and be
mesmerized by it all day long.
But no, here I am in a quiet,
tranquil place strolling along
a lonely road where in the eve
of the autumnal season
wildflowers have started
to wither and go to seed.
There is a hint of scattered,
turning leaves even though
it is summer, still.
I continued my journey
going around a bend traveling
up and down an occasional hill.
As I pass by the placid forest
I can hear the chirping of the
crickets’ unseen chorus.
Tis really an aimless venture
with no purpose but to think and
ponder. But finally, as I
strolled while getting lost
in the labyrinth of my own
I decided just to enjoy this
journey with a thankful heart
and a mind intent on
capturing the peacefulness
of this day as it leads into
the twilight of a gentle
and solemn conclusion.
Finally, the sun is dipping
Downward ever so softly
on the horizon;
casting a gentle pink glow
across fields and meadow.
This quiet day, indeed,
has come to a soft and gentle end.
Trust in the Lord or
let doubts rise and sway; faith is
a choice each new day.
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Merry blue eyes and laughter
Ever loving and caring father
Moments of quiet conversations
Of his life experiences and wisdom.
Retelling lighthearted stories of his youth
In fond remembrance of what he used to do.
Eager with friends and family to celebrate
Sharing his smile and love during the holidays.
Overworked in the fields and at the mine:
Filled with family duty to provide.
Days camping near a Hatfiield lake;
And fishing at a favorite place.
Determined to live and remain strong;
No longer on earth but alive in heaven.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD
NOW EXPLORING THE REALMS
Let me hear again your sweet voice
and the subtle sound of your gentle laughter.
Oh, to again see your smiling face would
fill my heart with awe and wonder.
And to once more take a quiet stroll
together along the old field road
while enjoying the quietness of the eve
as blows a soft summer breeze.
Oh, to also sit quietly by your side
while the day peacefully transforms to night.
Soaking in the warmth of your love
as tender moments silently slip by.
How I wish I would have known
that was the last time we would speak on the phone
Chatting away below that silent, watchful moon;
How I regret hanging up too soon.
The only comfort I now have is
a picture in my heart and soul
of you living a wondrous life
tending to the Lord’s beautiful garden
in the realms of God’s heavenly kingdom.
Happy Mother’s Day
to you, Mom,
living in glory and splendor of Heaven
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. ~ Colossians 4:6
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