Closing Gentle Leaves - Spring

The sunset comes with its comforting glow,

closing gentle leaves like a book we've come to know

that we're glad to have experienced,

yet sorry to see it go -

Slipping slowly away like the sipping of tea

its passion apparent by its great entreaty;

for the sunset really doesn't fall,

instead it serves to give us call

to gather thoughts and loved ones near,

to stop the striving and just be here.

Take time for each subtle nuance it casts

and savor the moment, while it lasts.

Sonshine - spring

There's a house that I know

through a yellow haze,

it's reflecting the Sonshine's golden rays,

where a garden grows

full of butterflies

and the breeze is warm

under cloudless skies...

there my soul can find peace

resting underneath

the eaves that will never know lifes' grief

where the days never wane

and my heart knows no pain;

my mind never fears

and there'll be no tears -

close to heaven's mercy seat.

Just for Me - winter

When the snow gently falls,
and I'm upset instead of glad;
Does it make the God of purity sad?
When I dread summer heat rising up
in shimmering waves;
Does it bring the suns Creator dismay?

I hear the snows' colors singing
both white and blue -
"It's just for you, it's just for you".
I sense the sun sounding its brightest tune,
"It's just for you, it's just for you".

When I dread the rain from a graying sky
God knows I may need it more than I,
and who knows what else I seek to avoid;
If God were a human - He'd be annoyed.

So if I were God I know that I'd be
disappointed in the way I receive
such wonders all around that I see
saying "just for me, it's just for me".

Quiet

God will pad the earth with snowing

to quiet down our coming and going.

Room for Snow

It snowed today.

It drew a veil

between all without

and all within:

a lacey dome

that only light could penetrate.

Cozily sheltered,

bordered by white,

blissfully bounded

on every hand,

content within

its velvety span.

Removing reminders

that may remain

of something outside

this sequestered domain.

Tuck me into

your blanket of fleece;

softly fall, small,

downy peace.