Poetic Asides Rondine

Autumn Rain

Autumn rain pours down my windshield,

As wipers go swishity-swish.

This weather’s best for duck or fish.

View has changed, with the sun concealed.

Golds, greens, oranges, reds blur afield.

Fall leaves turn watercolor-ish.

Autumn rain

Through mist and rain, my eyes are peeled.

Under tires goes splash and squish.

To not hydroplane—what I wish.

Through moisture, arid land is healed.

Autumn Rain

Poetic Asides Tragic

Tragic Regrets

He sits there in his wheelchair with head bowed,

Hands folded acr0ss lap, ankle on knee.

Eyes closed, he breathes deeply while he dozes.

Eating breakfast took long (hard to swallow).

Men like him line retirement home hallways.

He sits there in his wheelchair with head bowed.

Today he said God left him here for me.

That thought makes me feel a little guilty.

I know he’d rather romp on golden streets,

Where he could run, walk, sing and  talk clearly.

He sits there in his wheelchair with head bowed,

Wishing he’d go back two summers ago.

Then he would follow a nurse’s advice,

Go to the doc’s and get blood pressure checked.

Perhaps he could have avoided two strokes.

He sits there in his wheelchair with head bowed.

Poem Away Brady's Touch

Valued

God showed His kindness through Jesus Christ.

King, but rubbed elbows with commoners.

Yes, He keeps us all in His care.

His love cuts through hate like a knife.

Kicks sin.

High as a kite in spring, we were priced.

Not just a keepsake, but we’re preferred.

Adored more than a pet kitten.

Jesus was killed to give us life.

We’re kin.

Poem Away Curtal Sonnet

Autumn Fun

The mornings have grown colder here and now,

But afternoons glow gold and red in sun.

The air is crisp and with a wisp of fall.

The color drives inspire heartfelt Wow!

We’re ready for some awesome autumn fun.

The costumed children play and have a ball.

Adults enjoy some cider and some pie,

While jack-o-lanterns grin until they’re done.

The trick-or-treaters come  home with their haul.

And crash in bed with long and happy sigh.  

The autumns hold activities for all.

Poetic Bloomings Fall

Autumns of Childhood

When young, we played outdoors—snow, rain or shine.

Somehow despite all weather, we felt fine.

We loved the summer days and all the rest.

But autumns in bright colors were the best.

In winters, we’d build snowmen and we’d sled.

We’d play in our snow forts till time for bed.

We had snow fights. In layers we were dressed.

But autumns in bright colors were the best.

In springtime, we would ride our bikes with glee.

And splash in puddles, oh-so merrily.

We watched for the first robin with red breast.

But autumns in bright colors were the best.

In summers, we would wade around in creeks.

We’d run without our shoes for many weeks.

Our stamina-adults were most impressed.

But autumns in bright colors were the best.

In autumn, we raked leaves and jumped in piles.

We gathered nuts and biked the country miles.

With tangy air and apples, we felt blessed.

Yes, autumn in bright colors were the best.

Poetic Bloomings Viator

Topsy-turvy

When thing go topsy-turvy, I bounce back.

It’s God’s love and grace that keeps me on track.

When life’s askew, the Savior sees me through.

When I’m confused, He shows me what to do.

I need His light when thoughts inside go black.

When thing go topsy-turvy, I bounce back.

When my mind’s reeling, He sets me aright.              

His strength arises, when I lose my fight.

When my moods threaten to overwhelm me,

And up seems down and I can’t even see,

When thing go topsy-turvy, I bounce back.

He’s my glue, when my world begins to crack.

When I’m in a pit, without any hope,

He comes along and throws me a rope.

When everything’s completely out of whack,

When thing go topsy-turvy, I bounce back.

Poem Away Trijan Refrain

Quiet Time

Eternal Father, full of grace,

You are my all in all.

As I press in to seek Your face,

I think of times I fall.

Forgive me, Lord, and wash me clean.

My private deeds are always seen.

Forgive me, Lord.

Forgive me, Lord.

Sweet Jesus, be my go-between.

Eternal Father, full of grace,

I give You all my praise.

You’re maker of earth, stars and space.

How awesome are Your ways!

I worship You, heart, soul and mind.

In You, eternal life I  find.

I worship You!

I worship You!

By faith, with You I’m intertwined.

Eternal Father, full of grace,

I pray, draw near to me.

Please, meet me in the quiet place.

May demons always flee.

I love You Lord and always will.

I listen for You while I’m still.

I love You, Lord.

I love You, Lord.

To feel You here is such a thrill.