Hot sun Dry leaves A hawk's cry A gentle breeze All that glitters isn't gold Like what sparkles beneath my feet But all that's golden is the prize that always … Continue reading All That’s Golden
Amidst the Bulrushes
[And God's peace, which is so great...] Sometimes you have to fight for that peace. (I know, I know, this sounds so wrong doesn't it?) Peace and fight don't feel right in the same sentence, yet many wars have been fought in order to secure peace. This fight that I'm speaking of, however, is … Continue reading Amidst the Bulrushes
Till it’s Clear spring has Sprung
In the spring There's a spring In my step Once again. When the world bursts with life Dead revived Bud and stem. In the spring Comes the song As the Lark Builds her nest. Nature thrives Blooms arrive No more still nether rest. In the Spring Rain brings life Evermore Yet … Continue reading Till it’s Clear spring has Sprung
Peace
When the storm passes And the day greats you with hope Sunshine speaks warm smiles An Eagle's cry reasures you of your path The future is loving arms Open wide, and closing tight When the spirit soars And the day meets you with grace Starlight is a twinkling reminder And warm breezes whisper promises Like … Continue reading Peace
When Autumn Meets Winter
There's a gusty chill in the air today The leaves they tumble And the trees they sway Though my skin's like ice Indoors I won't stay Though the Twain hath met The sun beams today. November 5, 2017 Tina
The Butterfly
She flutters her wings A flicker of colour floats through the air From flower to flower she dances Sipping from delicate blooms The air is filled with a sweetness That beckons her ever on The warmth of the sun energizes her Strengthening each stroke of her wings As the sun sets on the horizon She … Continue reading The Butterfly
Daisies
Daisies Weep Beneath the creepers daisies weep Their time has come to enter sleep Below they lie They pray with doubt Unsure what life is all about They slowly wilt without the sun No raindrops dripping from their tongues While darkness swallows each new day For no one pulled these weeds away. Tina November 29, … Continue reading Daisies
