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#   Title

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


# 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

(C) 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

(C) 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

(C) 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

(C) 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

(C) 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

(C) 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

(C) 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

(C) 2015 gratefulsue