Icicle fingers
My toes are toasty for now
But Brrrr cold awaits
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Be Still
I will
be still and thrill in knowing You are God.
Fill me with Your peace
and release Your Spirt in me to
increase in joy to employ in loving and serving
You,
and avoid the enemy’s
schemes and themes of evil.
Where On Earth Next?
When my sister and I get the itch to travel,
We research and toss around ideas.
Here or there?
Why not both?
She says I’m a bad influence on her.
I say it’s the other way around.
Maybe we’re like baking soda and vinegar.
Separately we’re quite tame.
Combine us and we run all over the place.
Strolling
Rainy
Drainy
BrainyZany
Strolling on a rainy, drainy day.
Feeling in a brainy, zany way.
Until Next Time
Hubby rattles on
sometimes.
Since his strokes, I do the
chores.
He often offers
suggestions.
Sometimes his advice is
helpful.
Sometimes not so much.
When he senses he’s
getting in trouble,
he says, “Okay, I’ll shut
up.”
“Till next time,” I say.
And we laugh.
Will the writing well run
completely dry?
No, there’s always more.
You stare at the blank page and sigh.
Will the writing well run completely dry?
Thoughts will piece together by and by.
You may have to go deep to get what’s in store.
Will the writing well run completely dry?
No, there’s always more.
Flora and fauna
harmonize
Singing the nature of God
Declaring the divine and wise
Flora and fauna harmonize
From bull elk to butterflies
The trees of the fields applaud
Flora and fauna harmonize
Singing the nature of God