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Post by CHRISSY SIGGEE on Sept 20, 2009 1:14:32 GMT -5
Raindrops trickle from velvet soft roses by the gate— Ladybugs struggle to keep a grip on moistened leaves— Butterflies flutter their feather-light wings And mottled stalks assent to the rising breeze.
Beyond the path that leads to the meadow, Sparrows take flight from their nesting trees— Creating rain-soaked leaves to glisten like shattered mirrors And sun rays capture the essence of the after rain.
Honeysuckle saturates the air with its perfume Mingling with the simple freshness of dampened earth, That fills the air with splendour and His goodness And penetrates the senses with pure simplicity.
Robins sing their chorus to the retreating storm— Fleeting clouds drift across the distant sky, While trailing shadows chase the thinning haze And disappear into carefree sunbeams along the rise.
Unfurling colors spread as ribbons above the trees— Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet Etching an archway across the clearing heavens And embracing the distant hills with the perfect kiss.
I close my eyes to soak up the enchanting beauty— Tranquil moments fill my thirsty soul, His blessed peace flows through my inner being And imprints the perfect scene within my mind.
© Chrissy Siggee August 2008
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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Sept 20, 2009 22:44:57 GMT -5
Your wonderful poem is a real education for nature-lovers. We can learn so much from each line. Beauty for the soul.......
Love in Christ, Miriam.
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