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 […]
Buds wait to burst forth,As ice kisses daffodilsRobins pass stiff wormsDried from noonday sun. We wait to burst forth,As isolation hugs our livesWhile robins fly freeAcross the noonday sky. Inspired by Psalm 104 and my granddaughter’s encouragement to write 😉.
Through the lens.
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 […]
I wonder of the light… Which peels back dark of night Of lurking shadow’s rights. What brings forth new day? What words will I need say? What steps will slip away? I assume secrets of night, Intrigues me with worldly rights. Yet, my soul yearns for the Light! “Thy Word is a lamp unto my […]
Before slice of dawn… after throaty bullfrogs croak and birds begin their shrill; there is a parcel of time in which no sounds emerge out in the inky darkness of night. Over shadowy country landscapes, under the veil of bright spring morn there settles an empty, hollow stillness. And some doze, as other stir: ‘bove […]
Wind howls like a wild wolf lost in a sea of terror…. howling, howling, howling Tears at tree top. Toppled them to cold ground littered with dead debris. Shakes the bough, bends the trunk, tumbles all across moist earth. Is such a night when restless sleep haunts watches of twilight till dawn. The soul unable […]
On mucky, cloudy days there’s poetry in my pond. From solstice to equinox; it crosses winter’s ray. Admired the woodchuck, on his groundhog’s day. Yet, the busy muskrat chases Eternal clouds away. Grassy tower stands… it stirs, shifts, and sways. Till… last of days. “As water disappears from the sea, And a river becomes parched […]
Against a crust of snow a vibrant mask appears amidst white, a welcomed plight. Trailing, twisting, turning… Bitter sweet good-byes beckoning eyes to garner; baited, bribe’s delight. Stony slopes and timber thicket… Climbing woody heights, clamber in clusters, canker or cursed blight. Value the Veracious Vine… Drink not bittersweet liquor, dulls the shrouded mind, dims […]
I marvel at the snow mark designs, as I tromp my wooded landscape. Hoof prints precisely etched, step-by-step, deep in drifts. A pattern of an elegant waltz scattered on forest hill. Talons too mingle like confetti in powdered earth. I wonder, did they dance a Irish Jig in the middle of winter’s moonlit night? Rabbit […]