“Through the heartfelt mercies of our God,
God’s Sunrise will break in upon us,
Shining on those in the darkness,
Those sitting in the shadow of death,
Then showing us the way, one foot at a time,
Down the path of peace.”
Luke 1:78-79 (The Message by Eugene Peterson)
Peace to all this Christmas…
The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and wild dancing…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
I’m very thankful that the leaves in the country don’t require raking, piling, bagging, and stacking. The night wind just whisks them away…
This was originally posted in November of 2014.
November 2017 is national novel writing month around here. So, yeah, don’t bug me, I’m finishing my novel…
the catalpa tree in the side yard
A late bloomer,
She wears lace in June
on her sunlit green dress
Luxuriously, she gives with abandon all she has —
blossoms, twigs, branches, seeds, leaves…
The birds and the wind
deposit her bean pod necklaces
far away at the grassy edge of the hillside.
Every spring there is a new little tree.
The catalpa forest grows
and the wind is sweet with the orchid blooms.
Her waist is not small nor dainty,
Eleven feet around,
No arms could encircle her.
Green lichen covers her bark,
And winter shows her true form
of gnarled, aged branches.
Birds and bees love her,
and so does the hammock.
The view is unforgettable
on a June Sunday afternoon.
Birdsong and breeze and the billowy green
bring gentle rest to the needy soul.
Reblogged this from June a couple of years ago….