As Winter Comes…
September’s bustling chatter
echoesm throughout the wood.
The drone of slick-back crickets,
whizzing of late cicadas,
and jabbering of sly chipmunks;
resound and ring in humid air.
Hydrangea’s bow bulky, blushing heads
and stately goldenrod glimmers
attracting bustling bumblebees
loading pollen for the making.
Time trickles with all things.
A babe is born and old men die.
and goes as geese fly south.
For my father-in-law… May you know the streets of gold where Jesus awaits everyone willing to receive Him as Savior.”
“I will bless the Lord who has given me counsel;
My heart also instructs me in the night seasons.
I have set the Lord always before me;
Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved.”