Tag: seasons

YEAR AROUND

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Snow Day

The winds and snow of Winter
invite us to cozy down,
take comfort from those around us
in our home and in our town.

Spring’s gay bright blossoms
give us cause to laugh and sing,
as we watch for early robins
and hear the messages they bring.

Summer opens wide its
sunny arms enticing us to play,
kick the ball and swim the lake,
and make the most of every day.

Autumn whispers a sleepy song
of falling leaves and wind all around.
It’s time to rest, they say,
let peace and gentleness abound.

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The Last Leaf

Posted in Arts, Poetry

Fall Leaves

The last leaf clings
to a tree stripped bare
by a chill wind that sings
stirring fall-scented air.

The last leaf shakes
on a limb holding tight
as the sturdy tree quakes,
oh, what a sight!

The last leaf comes down,
spins, spins and whirls,
then settles gently upon the ground,
as more of autumn’s color unfurls.

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Autumn Leaves

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Harvest moon

MOONLIGHT

Moonlight cantata
pumpkin spice against dark sky –
night melodies flow.

__________

THE MUSIC OF NOW

Who are you and where are you going?
What drives the truck and fuels the tank of your knowing?
In you I see light so brightly aflame and burning,
Seeking wisdom, courage, always bright, always yearning.

For just awhile turn off your mind, be at rest.
Sit beside the stream of life, watch the sun set in the west.
Do not think you must be more than you are today;
For this moment find joy, let the music of now play.

_________

NATURE’S NURTURE

Spring sings,
Summer hums,
Autumn whistles,
Winter strums.

Each has a cadence
all its own.
Each brings change
by its tone.

In nature’s song
we play a part,
a melody
from the heart.

________

EMERGENCE

Is it good, this thing called change?
Yesterday I was free,
today caught in some
dark void
neither one thing
or another.
Waiting.

And then – change comes.
Light.
Air.
Stretching.
Unfolding.
Free,
flying into the day
wing color like
jewels in the sun.

Yes,
this thing called change
is good.

The haiku MOONLIGHT came to me on a sleepless night this past week. The other poems are previously published and reflect seasons of change.

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Everything in its time

Posted in Inspiration

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven… Ecclesiastes 3:1

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I await Your timing, Lord,
but in the waiting, let me share,
gift by gift, day by day
so others know Your love and care.

In the labyrinth of my days
this moment is all I know,
Everything in its time
shapes my life’s ebb and flow.

Must I wait for You
to plant the garden now?
Must I wait for You
to show me how?

Everything will come to be
in Your time and by Your will
as I live each moment
my purpose to fulfill.

Lord, grant that every day,
I let You define the pace
for how I use my gifts
to make this world a better place.

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SPRING

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Tulip

Sweet is the touch of spring,
Pleasant, arriving cool and green,
Redolent with aromas of turned dirt,
Invading senses, bringing smiles.
New growth, blue skies, longer days,
Gentle breezes softly sigh.

Stirring memory of times gone by,
Purest recall of other moments
Running free, laughing loud,
Infecting life with the virus of joy,
Never aware this interlude,
Good as it is, will soon be gone.

Silence now is precious.
Peace, quiet, broken by bird song
Ringing bell-like across the glade.
I am content in this time of life
Needing only to know I am loved,
Granting me wings and wisdom.

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Transitions

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Transition

Nothing ever changes,
nothing stays the same.
Tension remains.
Everything changes,
it is the dynamic of life.

Summer sashays into fall.
Landscapes breathe out
encouraging vibrant life
to take a rest
and sleep for a time.

Winter drifts in
spreading a blanket
of dormancy
preparing the earth
for newness of life.

Spring pushes against
winter’s clenched fist
popping color here and there
bursting forth with abandon
against dead leaves of autumn.

Summer returns,
sometimes muggy hot,
sometimes lazy days and lemonade.
Change has come
once again.

Suddenly – fall’s crisp air brings a chill
and earthy hues, marked by drooping sunflowers,
golden grasses spreading across the plain,
wind whirling vibrant leaves,
tumbling them to the ground.

Autumn’s best gift drifts aromatically on the air,
the true bellwether of change,
green chile roasting,
a unique scent like no other,
– fall in Northern New Mexico.

Beginnings

Posted in Books

SEASONS

Spring blooms glorious birth,

Summer sun warms the earth,

Autumn flames riotous bright,

Winter freezes into cozy quiet.

Laughter weaves through it all,

Answering to nature’s call.

MORNING

Mauve weaves through

Gold and pink,

Slashes of purple

Wink and blink

Night tugs toward day.

Get up! Get up!

Bright colors sing

Receive this, Heaven’s gift

Let your soul take wing

Time passes oh so swift.

Night tugs toward day.

FIRST LIGHT

The day arrives

Am I ready? NOT.

Good to go,

Oh what rot!

More to do

Than I can take

Less time to do it

I’m barely awake!

FIRST LIGHT II

Incandescent red

Shot through with light

Yellow orange bright

Flaming across the dark of dawn

First light pierced with errant ray

Melding hues, surge into day.

Morning is here.