New morn dawns as birds
Cheerfully sing. Fresh warm air;
Ah, sweetness of Spring.
I have attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “fresh” and “spring”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Awake to a new sunlit day
Filled with an aura of hope
After sleeping off the memories and pain
Of trying to climb a slippery slope.
How I have attempted to claw and arise
Out the valley of hurt and disappointment
And so finally view the aqua-marine sky
And be robed in new hopefulness.
Standing to be washed and bathed
In the shimmering warm sunshine;
Wrapped tightly in the streaming rays
Of gentle hope and peacefulness.
Though the day be filled with tasks
That I must dutifully complete,
I can still stop and rest at long last
In the sunlit blanket of warmth and peace.
So I will hold my head up high
To wonderingly and wistfully gaze
Into the neon blue sky
Of this glorious new day.
And then my heart may be content
By the many sweet blessings
That the Lord has lovingly sent
To instill my soul with peace and harmony.
As I gazed at a fluorescent blue sky
Where no stormy clouds appeared
And the orbed sun had journeyed high.
Twas a silent blustery wind but dry
And no wafting sounds could I hear
As I gazed at the fluorescent blue sky.
No birds to witness nor bee or fly;
Also, no ominous foreboding to fear
And the orbed sun had journeyed high.
I then began to wonder why
My heart should be full of cheer
As I gazed at a fluorescent blue sky.
While my eyes upward climbed
Into that lofty, arid atmosphere
And the orbed sun had journeyed high.
I continued to contemplate why
My heart should be full of cheer
As I gazed at the fluorescent blue sky.
This day was bitter cold and dry
As expected this wintry time of year
And the orbed sun had journeyed high.
Draped in the cold sunlight
I stood on the land, frozen and bare,
As I gazed at the fluorescent blue sky.
Banks of snow, gleaming white
Still remain here and there
As the orbed sun had journeyed high.
I pondered and wondered why
My heart should be full cheer
As I gazed at the fluorescent blue sky.
A cold chill crept up my spine
Thanks to the frigid weather
And the orbed sun had journeyed high.
With a start, I suddenly knew why
My heart should be full of cheer
As I gazed at the fluorescent blue sky:
I realized my Lord and Savior is why
for he promises to always stay near
As I gazed and gazed at the fluorescent blue sky
And the orbed glowing sun had journeyed high.
There was a southern gentle breeze
That softly whispered and flowed
Sifting the twigs and branches of leafless trees
In the forest and across the meadow.
Patches of wilted brown grass
Appeared here and there
As snow and ice, like broken glass,
Cracked, melted, and disappeared.
Singing birds tweeted and serenaded;
Their chirping tunes filling the tingly warm air.
While a shimmering sun displayed
More land; though still empty and bare.
Then did I not see a few blades of green?
Oh yes, I did! Thank you, Lord for the
Sweet appearance of Spring.
Her smiling face and her voice laced with gentle laughter
Quiet moments resting in her favorite chair.
Long walks around the fields to the hidden pond
Just to hear frogs croak and melodious birdsong.
Clanging sounds and sweet aromas drifting from the kitchen
With sourdough bread and pineapple ham baking in the oven
Busy hands and nimble fingers moving in rhythm
Crocheting a doll, slippers or perhaps a colorful afghan
Grand Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations
With the house full of joyful and elated loved ones.
Keeping us all together on a thundering, stormy night
To lessen our cries, our fear and overwhelming fright.
On a cold wintry day, building a fire in the fireplace
So we can rest in its’ warm, and comforting embrace.
Long, peaceful visits on a quiet summer eve
Such sweet memories that will never leave.
Revered Poet Emily Dickenson once wrote,
“How do I love Thee? Let me count the ways.”
Well Lord Most High, how do I love you?
Let me lift your name in thankful praise.
How I so love you in the morning
When the sky is sea-blue and sun is brightly shining.
I also love you through the long and winding day
And when I am confused and don’t where I am going,
You ever so gently lead me the way.
I also love you even as the rain is softly strumming;
For I know there may be a rainbow later today.
I love you too when the sun is softly setting;
Although it hides below the horizon,
You promise never to leave but always stay.
I still remember Lord, how by grace you sent your
Son Jesus even though I kept on sinning.
And you let him die to atone for my wicked ways.
Finally, Lord, I love you through the deep night when
I am restless, weeping, or so vividly dreaming;
With love, you keep silent watch until once again, I wake.
I awoke early one grayish morn
And gazed into a cloudy haze,
“Oh no! rain was threatening to dampen
This start of a brand new day.”
But as I journeyed beneath the
Dreariness of the billowy sky,
I did by chance took a glance at
An opening that appeared on high.
Where the misty barrier of clouds
Did suddenly separate
Allowing a hint of sunlight to
transport down and penetrate
Through the filmy atmosphere
And rest upon the quiet land;
As if a brilliant white sunbeam was
Just cast down from heaven.
To uplift with a sense of hope
In the hearts of all who know
That the Lord from far above
Is watching over and showing us his love.
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