Gentle breeze Midnight blue Trees of all sizes Lined up very fine In a unique way Loving the atmosphere Looking forward To each summer day Brings warmth to my soul Gentle breeze Clears my mind Midnight blue Hues of sky Lightens my day Gentle breeze Clears my mind Midnight blue
Evening is on the take The sun herself senses it Her heat is slipping away Eclipsed by cold, arctic tendrils Rilling through the fragile geography Earth is a strong fighter though Able to restore itself in serene defiance Light she brings to keep night in its place
Written for the challenge to write an acrostic poem to the word Ethereal, using the word serene somewhere in the poem by Mrs. Timetable.
God gave me the knowledge to read his world. Like a blueprint but not. Every tree is a book leaf. Every cloud is my draft. The sun then writes what's to come. Do you love thee ? God is all three Father, Son, Holy Spirit
She mourned her loss Day and night and Her love for him a burning light and Now buried deep beneath the sod And gone forever now He sleeps beloved of God.