POETRY

Fall Impressions


Misty mornings full of promises to come
give way to blue skies with the afternoon sun


School yards fill with laughing children
eager to learn new things 
with each clanging of the school bell ring


Summer is fading away 
as Fall makes her entrance


Crisp morning air giving way to sunny afternoons
that bow to the cooler evenings 
with each rising of the harvest moon


Reds, golds, browns and wines
the riotous colors of the leaves on the ground and trees
It's a beautiful yet bittersweet time
as the earth begins to prepare for sleep 


The tart yet sweet taste of hot apple cider on the tongue
the smell of woodsmoke fills the cool night air
Just a few of the many ways we know Fall is here


Pumpkins line the porches 
while canned goods line the shelves
Bring in the last harvest
Before winter decides to dwell


There's a taste in the air that only Fall brings
Hot apple pie and home-made bread
Turkey and stuffing with cranberry sauce
Hot chocolate by the fire before you go to bed


These are my impressions of my favorite time of year




""While the earth remains, 
Seedtime and harvest,
And cold and heat,
And summer and winter,
And day and night
Shall not cease.""
Genesis 8:22 (NASB)


Written 9/28/2010

My Shepherd King

My heart is heavy today

for many reasons untold

But my Shepherd knows all things

So to Him I will boldly go

I sit at His feet humbly

Knowing He can see my heart

He reaches out to hold me

Giving me shelter in His arms

His voice gently telling me

how precious I am to Him

How He gave His life for me

So I am cleansed from all sin

I give my burdens to my Shepherd

Who once was the Perfect Lamb

He cleanses my heart with His blood

And imprints me in the palm of His hand

He gives me a heart of joy

As He assures me I am always His

Telling me nothing can separate us

As long as I confess my sins

He will always forgive me

And wash me clean with His blood

He will feed me with His Word

As He prepares my home above

My Shepherd will one day return

But not as a humble Lamb

He will ride a white horse

He is the King, He is I Am

I await His return with gladness

The eastern skies is where He will be

He will come back in clouds of glory

He is coming back for me

""In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."" John 14:2-3 NKJV
Written 5/21/2010

Book Lover

It's the smell, I think, that I love the best


A brand new book, hot off the press


Each page hold new secrets that must be explored


The smell of fresh ink, I absolutely adore


My favorite book, I just can not say


History, fiction, Shakespearean plays


Poetry, suspense, all put me in a mood


For a good cup of coffee with finger food.


When reading suspense, I reach for the covers


A good romance, over a box of tissue my hand hovers


Mysteries have me thinking “Aha!”


Poetry at times will make a tear fall


Whether the book is new or gently used


Makes me no matter, Bookworm I am accused


Everywhere I go you will see one in my hand


One in my purse, in the car, or pocket of pants


I am a book lover, with a voracious appetite


I don't just nibble, I take big bites


The thicker the book, the happier I am


But I'll read the little ones if I'm in a jam


Books that inspire, books with humor


Books with love and not too much fever


Books that inform, books on the past


Hardbound, paperback, just as long as they'll last


E-books are fine, I'm sure for those few


But for me, nope, no way, they just won't do


I have to hold it, caress it, smell the ink


Feel the paper, not click on a link


Call me old-fashioned, or fanatic will do


But books are meant to be held, just like me and you


They need to be loved, held close to the breast


They're meant to be treasured, passed to the next


Rereading a book is like having a conversation with your best friend


Some of my books I have read over and over in multiples of ten


You would know which one is my favorite, it's true


When you open it up and pages fall out on you


I am a book lover, this is what I live to do


I read books old, contemporary or even something by you


If I don't like it, you'll never hear me say


I will pass it on someone, a good home, for it to stay


If it's a book I like, you can rest assured


I will write about it, talk about it, my voice will be heard


I'll make mention of it on my blog


You can read about it, when on it you log


I am a book lover, this much is true


But one day I hope to have written a book just for you.

John’s Race

As I race to the tomb

I fervently pray

May it be true

That my Lord rose today

Looking inside 

Where once He did lay

I see His folded garments

Where He had once lain

My eyes beheld the truth

My head was slow to receive

He is no longer here

But has risen indeed!

Written 3/31/2010

Morning Sunrise


Every morning I see it

Yet it is always something new

Each one is familiar

Yet each one is new

It comes up from behind the hills

Sometimes shy, sometimes bold

Softly lighting the sky

with reds, yellows and gold

As it awakens the morning creatures

Something inside of me awakens as well

Hearing the birds singing

It is as if I had been in a spell

As it reaches the top of the trees

with is soft rays of light

I find I had been holding my breath

As it chased away the tendrils of night

Now that it's fully risen

I wonder if I will ever see again

Another as beautiful as this one

I can hardly wait for tomorrow to begin



Written February 18, 2010

Morning Fog

Grey tendrils wrap around the trees
The birds are silent in their nests
All that is different that I can see
is the smoke coming from the chimney

As I stand outside to look around
The morning fog envelops me
It covers everything to the ground
The trees, the house, even the kitties

But as the sun rises this morn
The fog begins to lift its grey form
I am able to see the valley floor
As I stand outside on my porch

I look around and can finally see
Neighboring fires around me
Seeing their smoke rising says to me
I am not alone on this foggy morn


Written Feb 24, 2010