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#   Title

14—Some Leaves

13—Springtime Rejoicing

12—Prism

11—Clap Their Hands

10—Summer's Herald

9—In Praise of the Magnificent Sky

8—Magic Evening

7—Ice Storm

6—After Rain

5—Spring Renewal

4—Staring at Treetops

3—Heavenly Art

2—Dark Day

1—Autumn Majesty


# 14

Some Leaves

 

Some leaves only appear in groups

Like tiny soldiers or a Brownie troop.

 

Some, multicolored on a single branch

Maroon, red, and green, dressed for a dance.

 

Some are shaped as perfect hearts

Hoping for a romance to start.

 

Some, almost silly, sport whimsical style

So curvy or bumpy they make me smile.

 

On this one, three shapes, because it can!  

Basic, mitten, or open hand.

 

Now here’s a star, pointing straight and strong

Asserting proudly, all others are wrong.

 

A few are enormous! They seem out of place.

Able to fan a giant’s face.

 

Tiny or large, in groups or alone,

With rounded edges, or jagged shown,

They are all works of art, outside my home.

 


gratefulsue

6.27.18

© 2018 gratefulsue


# 13

Springtime Rejoicing

 

Today, I watched the springtime rejoice  

            while taking a walk.

 

Noting cool air melting, and delights

            which silently talk.

 

Tulips are gone, Bradford Pears fading,

            but, Irises rising.

 

Dogwoods are preparing for Easter,

            I’m surmising.

 

Robins, Cardinals, and Blue Birds

            are visiting friends.

 

Azaleas are parading diverse colors

            like fashion trends.

 

Tree leaves await the signal to burst forth

            with the joy they bear.        

           

Their relatives up north are jealous,

            but, I don’t care!

 

  

gratefulsue

4/25/18

© 2018 gratefulsue



# 12


Prism

 

Warm white beams stream through the glass unnoticed,

Filling the room with light and past shadows missed.

 

Concealing their splendor, they follow strict instructions.

But glory uncovered, in an instant, gives introduction.

 

Invisible, yet present, like a spirit you know is there.

Colors shy and reserved are now bold in prism’s snare.

 

Seven friends appear—who amaze, dance, boast, and play.

Holding hands, they move and promenade for their brief stay.

 

Light’s soul infrequently graces the world with its rays.

Just like people, who conceal their rainbows in jars of clay.  1.

 

 

1.  2 Corinthians 4:7

 

 

gratefulsue

4/25/18

© 2018 gratefulsue



# 11


Clap Their Hands

 

 

Walking my dog when I heard it,

coming all at once—rolling.

 

Rejoicing, clear as thunder,

gaining strength with the wind.

 

I caught the tree applauding!  1.

(Its peers were more inhibited.)

 

“Clapping hands”—the heavy leaves.

Once the wind stopped, silence.

 

Daily, quietly, on the world stage,

The Creator quietly performs.

 

Is nature awaiting a future performance?

(Yes. The coming of the Lord.)

 

 

1.  Isaiah 55:12

 

 

gratefulsue

fall 2013

© 2018 gratefulsue



# 10


Summer’s Herald

 

What’s that sound??!

I think I know...

YES!!  It has to be...

 

Wonderful!

Where is it?

I must SEE it!

 

From the second story,

Go over to the window,

Crane my neck around.

 

There behind the trees,

Far side of the grass,

... A lawn mower!!

 

Greatest sight to see!

Green grass growing again,

For eyes tired of gray winter.

 

Greatest sound to hear!

The dull purring and whirring,

For ears tired of chilly silence.

 

First mowing of the Spring.

Long awaited herald of hope!

Summer and fun times coming!

 

 

gratefulsue

6.2.16

© 2017 gratefulsue

 

(Remembering growing up in Ohio)



# 9


In Praise of the Magnificent Sky

 

“What color is the sky?”

            “Blue.”

“Is that all? What other colors besides blue?”

            “Um... dark blue or black, at night time.”

“Yes, and what else?”

            “Okay, also pinkish and purplish, or yellowish-blue. And sometimes red, or purple,                                 or orange, at sunrise and sunset.”

“Very good. And if it’s overcast?

            “Grey. Or, grey and white. Satisfied?”

“What about brown?”

            “Brown?”

“...in a dust storm.”

            “Very funny.”

“And clear.”

            “Clear?”

“What color is the sky in-between you and me?

            “Oh... true!”



gratefulsue

9/8/15

© 2017 gratefulsue



# 8

 

Magic Evening

 

Warm summer night,

            Mid-June delight…

                        A family reunion.

 

Casual conversations,

            Culinary invitations…

                        Some soul-communion.

 

Go down the dirt road,

In silent mode…

                        Away from lights, walk…

 

Stop. Look and listen,

            The woods speak and glisten…

                        While crickets talk.

 

Unfolding grand wonder,

            Like Christmas in summer.

Laced through the dark trees…

 

Light strands of Fire Flies.

            Hundreds! Before my eyes,

                        Going where they please.

 

Dancing and blinking,

Like “Tinkerbells” winking…

                        The quiet lights fly.

 

“Such magic!”  I’m thinking,

            “It’s beauty I’m drinking…”

Worship draws nigh.

 

 

gratefulsue

9/24/07

© 2015 gratefulsue



# 7

 

Ice Storm

 

Tinseled trees!  Touched by sun,

            their radiant sparkles shine.

Fragile frozen droplets

            fiercely clinging to the vine.

 

Miniature mirrors making merry,

            dancing in the sky,

Waving wonderful wintery limbs,

            for all passers-by.

 

Blinding brilliance buoys spirits

            but it breaks the boughs.

Winter wind blows weary weights

            which bend as strength allows.

 

 

gratefulsue

12/8/05

© 2015 gratefulsue



# 6

 

After Rain

 

Sun is out

            Without a doubt.

 

Time to lose

            “rainy day blues.”

 

A rainbow I see

            Comes to smile at me.

 

Puddles are waiting

            For splash creating.

 

Count the drips by twos.

            Kick off squishy shoes.

 

After rain, a great smell—

            Can you tell?

 

 

gratefulsue

8/22/05

© 2015 gratefulsue



# 5

 

Spring Renewal

 

A flower opens and spring begins

As one bright and lovely day.

The wind is a cheery playmate

Who blows your cares away.

 

The first colorful Crocuses

Come out of their chilly bed

To feel the warm sun shining

Upon each sleepy head.

 

The grass is turning green again

The air smells crisp and clean.

The sky is a beautiful shade of blue

White clouds—the brightest I’ve seen.

 

The Robins build their nests,

The children play outside.

The Lord plants seeds of faith

In the heart whose hope had died.

 

 

gratefulsue 

4/13/70

revised 3/31/96

© 2015 gratefulsue



# 4

 

Staring at Treetops

 

Staring myself into dizziness,

Gazing up at endless time.

A patchwork of lace

And speckled sun,

An ensemble of greens—blurred.

 

Cool breezes, rustling trees;

Shadows rearranging light.

Evergreen colors

In a blue sky.

Peaceful green leaves—stirred.

 

 

gratefulsue

~1975

©  2015 gratefulsue



# 3

 

Heavenly Art

 

Slowly at first, the snowflakes fall

To let down a veil which covers all.

 

A lacey veil—ever so light

Delicately sewn—of glowing white.

 

No footprints, tracks, or signs of man

Intrude the scene across the land.

 

All is still, while diamonds fall

Save creaking trees with branches tall.

 

Soft lamplight makes the hillside glisten

The wind whispers to those who listen.

 

Gradually, the snowflakes thicken

Their earthly descent starts to quicken.

 

Now a blanket covers the ground

Cold and heavy, white all around.

 

Angels look and smile with delight

At winter wonders present at night.

 

More and more snow fills the sky

Dancing happily ‘til dawn draws nigh.

 

Then morning reveals the Creator’s art

His seasonal painting to warm the heart.

 


gratefulsue

11/28/71

© 2015 gratefulsue



# 2

 

Dark Day

 

A windy day—as if to say—

“I dare you to be still.”

Clouds and cold and leafy spray

When secrets grab their fill.

 

Old houses creek their mystery,

The wind—an unknown song.

Groans and sighs from every tree.

Pale faces bowed and long.

 

A day as this has always borne

Life’s stories hard and blue.

Heart wounds open up again

And faith doubts what is true.

 

 

gratefulsue

11/1/84

revised 1/18/07

© 2015 gratefulsue



# 1

 

Autumn Majesty

 

Copper, Ruby, Emerald, Gold—

The trees burst forth with colors bold!

 

Grand majesty, the quiet story…

Towering toward my Father’s glory.

 

 

gratefulsue

10/20/83

revised 9/1/12

© 2015 gratefulsue