Dancer in White

"Flowers are music for the soul."
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She lifts her pale face

To the clear sky—to the heat

She bows and glows on

In Living Colors

"Beauty puts a face on God."
Margaret Brownley

Reminds me this

Of crayons in their paper sleeves

Coloring up bright memories

With names like aqua green and periwinkle blue,

Swiss cheese, cinnamon apple, and desert brown,

Maple leaf red, bubblegum pink, peachy keen.

Names like apricot dreamsicle, lemon lilt, 

Cherry red, dusty pink, dogwood petal white

Names that tickled me inside—berry blueberry blue 

And made me dream in living colors.

I Love You

"Love is a great thing, a great good in every way; 

it alone lightens what is heavy and leads smoothly

 over all roughness."

 Thomas A. Kempis

I have a secret;

What do you think it is?

I have a secret;

Try to guess.

I have a secret;

Tell me if you know.

Do you know...

I love you!

Chandelier

How wonderful, O Lord, are the works of Your hands!

Sparkle and glimmer

Bright, pretty shimmer 

Made to impress

Beautiful ? Yes,

But not to compare to 

The afternoon sun 

Filtering through leaves 

Fluttering in a breeze

Nothing beside the

Moonlight on water or 

Stars sprinkled across 

The night sky. 

Light

"The sun is...warmth-giving and happiness-giving...."

Jessi Lane Adams

Sunlight streams across the floor

Searching emptiness 

For shadows to dispel. Come.

Impossible Bumblebees

"We have a God who delights in impossibilities."

Andrew Murray

Hummingbirds and bumblebees,

Sweet scented lilacs and Sequoia trees,

Desert cactus on the burning sand,

The tiny fingers of an infant's hand.

 For every minute—every day

Miracles bloom in vast array!

From an eagle soaring across the sky

To the lenses in the human eye.

Your troubles come and smother you

You worry—don't know what to do

Remember then, you doubting man, 

What's "can't" to you—to Him is "can."

A Little Thing

"Enjoy the little things. 
One day you may look back 
and realize they were the big things."

Walking with my grandbaby
This morning, I plucked apples from 
Scraggly trees in the orchard,
Held her high so she could pull some.
We loaded a basket and carried them inside.
We washed the red and green pomes,
Laying them to dry on a white dish towel.
Picking apples with grandma 
May one day be a memory she delights in;
A little thing that became
One of the big things.

Dividend

"Good heavens, of what uncostly material

 is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. 

What incomes have we not had from a flower, 

and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons."

James Russell Lowell 

Giant rolls of hay 

Line the barnyards and pastures

Holding promise of plenty for winter

Golden brown grass with 

Water and green pulled out

Waiting to be dinner to 

Herds of hungry horses

Cows carrying calves

Who will greet the world 

Early one chilly morning.

Hope

"We are made to reach out beyond our grasp." 

Oswald Chambers

Suncatchers

Soaking up excess sunlight 

Saving it for fall days when 

Dawn arrives later and 

Evening falls earlier

Skies are gray

Needing a torch of light

To ready them for winter.

Circle of Time

Wagon wheel, you once went to town

Now you stand to guard the gate.

Wheel, I wonder where you've been and when?

Did you carry fruit from orchard to market;

Did you carry children to their country school?

Are you sad when you remember then?

Did you roll to the churchyard Sundays,

Carry a family to homestead out west?

You've turned to fencing—never again to spin.

You are still a part of the farm now,

Guarding the pastured stock, connecting

Yesterday to tomorrow—like an old and cherished friend.