Regina
Reaching out with a smile
Even going the extra mile
Grace flowing thru generations
Interceding for the nations
Now and always, a true friend
And on her kindness, we depend.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Regina
Reaching out with a smile
Even going the extra mile
Grace flowing thru generations
Interceding for the nations
Now and always, a true friend
And on her kindness, we depend.
Of Expressions and Hearing
A favorite time of the nature program,
for children and teachers alike—
sharing at the morning circle
the highlights of the week,
or maybe even lowlights.
We hear about awards,
baseball, wrestling, gymnastics.
We hear about accidents,
falling out of trees, scraped knees.
We hear about vacations and visits.
Play dates among friends.
Pet news of cats, dogs, rabbits,
horses and even one special turkey
that, like a dog, insists on being petted.
But I don’t always hear what’s going on.
My hearing aids aren’t doing the job.
Just one little reason of many little reasons
why this third year of the nature program
will be my last one.
It’s hard to express what I’m feeling—
Restlessness, frustration, sadness,
wariness, relief, peace, excitement.
Yes! Excitement for a new life chapter.
Of Lava Lights and Jigsaw Puzzles
At times I feel
like a blob in a lava light,
constantly shifting and changing shapes,
bumping into glass walls
and other blobs.
At times I feel
like a 2,000-piece jigsaw puzzle,
no, not just one,
several dumped out into one big pile
and I’m still trying to sort myself out.
At times I feel
like a treasured child of God
and when I feel like a blob or a jigsaw puzzle,
He reassures me that He is the light
and He puts me together one piece at a time.
Spring 2026
Winter has been lazy
in southwest Colorado.
Snow appeared on mountain peaks,
but content to stay up there.
In lower elevations,
we haven’t even had to shovel drives.
What snow we had melted by noon.
Now, trees and bushes are greening up early.
The sun’s shining us into the 70s and 80s.
Spring flowers are making their debut.
But I expect at least one last winter blast
will cause robins, tulips and daffodils
to shiver where they stand.
But for now, I’ll welcome this early guest.
Let’s Stay Put
Even though I like to be on the move,
Let’s stay put in our homes at least till June.
Let us play catch up on housework and such,
Though May is such a good traveling month.
Let’s remember why we live in our homes,
Before we take time to wander and roam.
Let’s breathe in fresh air at entrance of spring,
And stay here until we’re back in routine.
So I’ll stay put, my resolve will not slip
Unless you convince me of a spring trip.
The Sleeping Ute
Toronto with its new sky scrapers
mixed with old buildings and CN tower,
Niagara Falls shrouded in mist and fog,
Montreal, lovely park with city overlook,
Quebec City, a slice of France
with cobble stone streets, quaint shops
and leftover Christmas decorations.
Then fly over Colorado mountain ridges.
When I see the Sleeping Ute,
the mountain they say
is a wounded warrior
arms across his chest,
feather at his head,
and even his knees and toes,
then I’ll know I’m home.