It is snowing!!
It is snowing again!!!
This is our third snow in one week!!!!
Over all obstacles,
Teach me to forge ahead with such
Is a little
Closer in the mountains.
My heart’s at rest there, and I can
Make life seem right.
The varied parts should fit
And compliment each other to
It’s almost June.
And that means summer’s here.
Can’t stand the bugs and heat, so let’s
I’ve had a thought:
If I delete three months,
It could throw off the universe.
I will admit
I should not mess with time.
So I guess I’ll just grit my teeth
Normal things take longer.
Technology does not work right.
To think the cause
Is lock-down atrophy.
I find I yearn for simpler times
I tell myself.
And sometimes I obey.
But sometimes I, instead, just take
Beguiles me so.
It’s hue, its scent, its song.
Its movements that caress my soul.
The truth of Jesus Christ’s complete redemption can be told in any form. In this post I’ve set God’s truth into Cinquain — one of my favorite poetic forms.
To lots of folks
It is a scary word.
But there’s a name that can kill it:
By any name.
Must bow to Jesus’ name.
His sacrifice redeemed us from
Get in His Word:
He says it’s medicine
For every ailment we can face.
(Scripture References: Acts 3:16, Philippians 2:9-10, Galatians 3:13-14, Proverbs 4:20-22, and Psalm 107:17-20)
They are a treat
In almost any dish.
But I don’t know how to hunt them
It’s been raining here for two whole days, so I thought it was only fitting that I write about rain. Since I’m in a poetic mood, I decided I’d give myself a little workout and do one haiku, one cinquain, and one simple iambic pentameter verse about that subject.
Everything is gray.
Rain hanging like a curtain.
No sun peeping in.
I just have to complain:
All is gray and wet and dreary!
IAMBIC PENTAMETER VERSE
Another boring day of endless rain.
We don’t need this much water every day.
Sunshine is now a fading memory.
The birds won’t even come out now to play.
I know some tribes have dances that they do
To bring the rain when grounds are parched and bare.
I wonder if there is another dance
To end the rain and turn the weather fair.
Wait before me.
I stand before closed doors
But do not let that hinder me:
The doors obeyed.
And now I stand in awe.
I see what possibilities
I must decide:
Will I cross the threshold?
Will I accept new challenges?
Beyond the scope
Of my understanding
To find the substance of my life:
Has slipped away.
Finally!!! I’m so glad!
October should be Cool! and Crisp!
I’ve had no views.
No visitors today.
But I wrote no new verse for them:
In open fields,
Flora without restraint,
Undisciplined beauty we call
photo: Terry Valley, Visions Seen Photography
Sounds good to me.
I like things effortless.
Avoiding all that causes strain:
My yearly enemy.
In such heat and humidity
graphic by A-r-e-s @ pixabay.com
I can’t escape hot air.
Auto air-conditioner is
I toss and turn;
Anxious and distressed, I achieve