Gentle Reader,
These are the last bright, colorful days of Autumn. Squirrels race to pack their secret warehouses. The dog’s coats grow thicker. Soon, clouds roll in. Rains drip and drop. Then, snow. But right now – a dazzling display. A brilliant declaration of the existence and abiding presence of the Creator.
Kate says: who.
Go.
On Autumn nights
Clear and sweet
The crystals dance
Across the sky
Waltzing to an
Ancient melody – steady
The one that
God dreamed up
Nature tunes its
Instruments to the
Hidden music – delicate
Frogs croaking in
Shadow next to
Crickets, grass, water
High above all
Cries the owl
“Hoo?” or maybe
“Who?” a question
The answer I
Do not have
But God knows
God, He sees
God, He hears
Caresses little owl’s
Head and says,
“For this, now,
Is why I
Made you, bird.
Steady, keep watch.”
I snuggle down
Beneath the sheets
Content to dream
While owl stays
Guard to keep
Stop.
Haunting and lovely, Marie. Bravo!
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Thank you, brother!
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Oooh this is lovely. ❤ (hi! visiting from FMF! :))
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Hi, Jen! Nice to “meet” you. So glad you visited and thank you for the compliment. 🙂
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Lovely!!!
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Thank you, dearie. ❤
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beautiful
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So glad you enjoyed it!
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In the words of Eliza Doolittle, this is luverly, Marie.😃
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Dude, a “My Fair Lady” reference. Yeeeeessssss. Thank you!
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Lovely poem friend. I can just smell, see and hear the scene unfolding.
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That makes me happy! My journalism professor always told us to “show, not tell.”
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