Spring Poetic Bloomings

 Spring

 

S uch a relief to have survived the winter

P eople out and about in the sunshine

R obins making their grand entrance

I nspiration in every tulip and daffodil

N eeding snow to go away and be

G one.

my made up form

 God’s Tug

 

Food on the table

A walk in the ran and the snow

I know

I’m full

And graciously able

To walk, and run, and sing and dance

And romance

Feel Your pull

Of grace by the bucketful

Lord, fill me up to overflowing

For I’m knowing

I am no fool

Though I will be Your tool

To be used in ways You see fit

That is it

Here I sit

And I must admit

My need to abide in You

It’s true

So pull!

spring Poetic Asides

 

Poor Robins

 

The robins came and they’re confused.

They hop about and search for worms.

With frozen worms, they feel abused—

First day of spring in winter’s terms.

At piles of snow, not one’s amused.

They miss the worm that writhes and squirms.

Poor robins wish that they stayed south.

Like them, I feel down in the mouth.

stolen moments Poetic Asides

 Naughty or Nice

 

I make my to-do list

and, like Santa Claus,

check it twice.

Will I be naughty or nice?

Faithfully checking off accomplishments

or squeezing in cell phone games,

jigsaw puzzles and novel reading.

Maybe not so naughty.

Being nice to myself

in those stolen moments

contributes unseen benefits

in body, soul and mind.

Library Poetic Bloomings

 

New Adventures

 

I walked into the library.

The first time since 2020.

It seemed bigger.

I think they knocked a wall out.

Or maybe it’s the way they arranged it.

Once what was familiar,

stretched out as unfamiliar territory.

I stepped forward

like disembarking the plane in Kenya,

looking forward to new adventures.

Rondelet

 

My Heart is His

(A Rondelet)

 

My heart’s Godward

It reaches up to His embrace

My heart’s Godward

To know Him from His Holy Word

Just to catch a glimpse of His face

Searching for that comforting place

My heart’s Godward

alliteration Poetic Bloomings

 

Pretty Posies

 

Pretty posies looking lost

Amongst amber stepping stones

No one noticed, count the cost

Seeds settled and left alone

 

Proudly portray joy in pain

People pass by on the path

Get a glimpse that with the rain

We can learn to live and laugh