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.
I am participating in a writing contest: “You are Enough” hosted by Positive Writer at this link: http://positivewriter.com/writing-contest-you-are-enough/
It is a free contest open to anyone who may like to give it a try.
You Are Enough
You are enough, do you see? You are enough to be a writer who journals about life; about what you have experienced: what you’ve heard and perceived. You are enough, do you see? To write about your childhood, your adventures (and your misadventures also), your life lessons, and the places only you have been.
You are enough to write the stories, the essays, the prose, and the poems that live inside your mind and heart where no one else can peek and see. You are enough to write and share about the uniqueness that lives hidden inside you ever so deep. Only you can write eloquently about the precious things you know and your personal experiences; what you have witnessed, heard, and felt. No one else has your perspective; no one else has the insight to comprehend what only you have perceived.
You are enough, do you see? No one else can write like you; no one else can record the sagas, the novels, the hidden fables, fairy tales that remains tucked away in the secret library of your mind. Only you can write with distinctive flair of your faith, your personal beliefs, your hopes, and your dreams.
Only you can tap into your secret fountain brimming with imagination and draw from it with your flowing pen etched in distinctive inspiration. No one else has your style, your mannerisms, or your way with phrases and words which you long to share. So, others can finally see and, at long last, meet that hidden person, so quiet and unseen; gifted with creativity of clever words, anecdotes, and stories.
You are enough, do you see? Only you can write and reveal about the beauty that resides deep within your mind and heart. Only you can journey inward to that secret place where no one else can go and then bring to light the hidden treasures of your soul.
You are enough, do you see?
There was a time when I thought I wasn’t enough to be a writer and I could not see. I didn’t believe I had anything worthy to write and share with others. I did not think I was unique and had anything new and interesting to say. But I still had this dream that maybe I could write. That maybe, just maybe I could write well enough to share a piece of my inner soul. It has taken a long time to gather the courage and realize I am able to write and share my thoughts and my stories. So, others may read and be acquainted with a small piece of me. I finally realized that, just like you, I am enough to be a writer and now I can see.
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.
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/