My May Muse

My Hope vacillates too often within me, During these solitaire days of fog and rain Which become dreary and duller than they should be; He waivers past heavy, budded spring tree; He saunters down shady forest lane. His home is elsewhere and cannot stay; He marks the days… weeks on lengthy list, He’s lonely as […]

First Snow

How dreary thorns in flesh? Russet hues in wintry light; against dismal resting earth. It’s here first snow appears; scatters crystals among trees, interrupts rioting leaves of fall. Where comes storehouses of snow? God binds them in unreachable homes; unleashing flakes at His sovereign will. A child sees first snow differently, when mossy earth is […]