Category Archives: poetry

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.

Becky’s ABC Poem: Autumn

 

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.

A Quiet Journey

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

contemplation,

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.

Becky’s Haiku: Choice and Faith

Trust in the Lord or

let doubts rise and sway; faith is

a choice each new day.

Another fun haiku challenge from Ronovan! This time using the words “choice” and “faith”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

MEMORIES OF DAD

 

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

OF HEAVEN!

God’s Gift in Each New Day

 

God blesses me with new life

through the gift of each new day;

it is up to me to acknowledge him

by faith and to choose to enjoy each

day with a sprint of thankful and

anticipation in my footsteps

as I travel along life’s

pathway.

Let Me Hear

 

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