~ A Pretty Quiet Day ~
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I feel the warmth upon my face, the softly sighing air,
Zephyrs of such loveliness, butterflies float everywhere.
They flutter without care, whispering to me
of Jesus everlasting life... flight too, for me will be.
I roll my orange, as I ponder, squeezing juice, allure.
The clouds scud by, so pretty, the moments feeling pure.
My little poochie whimpers, talking in 'her' way,
Empathy to share, with words she cannot say.
Zephyrs of such loveliness, butterflies float everywhere.
They flutter without care, whispering to me
of Jesus everlasting life... flight too, for me will be.
I roll my orange, as I ponder, squeezing juice, allure.
The clouds scud by, so pretty, the moments feeling pure.
My little poochie whimpers, talking in 'her' way,
Empathy to share, with words she cannot say.
The noises of the day buzz on...Men mowing in the park,
Gum nuts flying from the blades, I hear them clatter, sharp.
Ants are darting in and out, their hole of grey-white sand
I wonder why they turn back in... Oh, it's play, I understand.
Doves coo, it's very soothing, as is the rhythmic click
Of cicadas in the sunshine, summer's on the brink.
The sun's rays sting a little, I lean back in the shade
Chattering to you, of all that God has made.
Gum nuts flying from the blades, I hear them clatter, sharp.
Ants are darting in and out, their hole of grey-white sand
I wonder why they turn back in... Oh, it's play, I understand.
Doves coo, it's very soothing, as is the rhythmic click
Of cicadas in the sunshine, summer's on the brink.
The sun's rays sting a little, I lean back in the shade
Chattering to you, of all that God has made.
The wind chime's very pretty, metal rods that dance,
The mulberries, delicious, you've tasted them perchance.
You should see the bougainvillea, red-crimson, hanging low,
Swaying with the beauty, what a splendid show.
The gazebo starts to crackle, the heat contracts, expands-
Everything's so musical, the baton in God's hand.
A flock of birds like Christmas bells, dart joyously about,
My body may be aching, but my spirit wants to shout.
The mulberries, delicious, you've tasted them perchance.
You should see the bougainvillea, red-crimson, hanging low,
Swaying with the beauty, what a splendid show.
The gazebo starts to crackle, the heat contracts, expands-
Everything's so musical, the baton in God's hand.
A flock of birds like Christmas bells, dart joyously about,
My body may be aching, but my spirit wants to shout.
Then I see a rosebud opening, pink Tiffany in bloom,
I wish for you the fragrance, to touch it's velvet hue.
The day heats up some more, no rain, no rain, no rain,
So, I will need to water, as the storm it never came.
The goldfish, oh so hungry, with joy they open wide,
Golden, black and silver, rosibarbs swish in the pond beside.
The gooseberries are ripening, I can't wait to taste-
Ripe tomatoes for a snack, or for relish I will make.
I wish for you the fragrance, to touch it's velvet hue.
The day heats up some more, no rain, no rain, no rain,
So, I will need to water, as the storm it never came.
The goldfish, oh so hungry, with joy they open wide,
Golden, black and silver, rosibarbs swish in the pond beside.
The gooseberries are ripening, I can't wait to taste-
Ripe tomatoes for a snack, or for relish I will make.
Down by the path hibiscus, petals softly shed.
And lantana blooms beside me, orange, yellow, red
My lemon tree has fruit again, late summer figs will come,
But guavas round and long, now they're my favourite ones.
The plumbago's almost gone, with pretty hue of blue-
For the roots were spreading everywhere, and its stamens stick like glue.
But, oh the pelargonium, pink with ruby throat,
I had burgundy and apricot, but they perished, to my woe.
And lantana blooms beside me, orange, yellow, red
My lemon tree has fruit again, late summer figs will come,
But guavas round and long, now they're my favourite ones.
The plumbago's almost gone, with pretty hue of blue-
For the roots were spreading everywhere, and its stamens stick like glue.
But, oh the pelargonium, pink with ruby throat,
I had burgundy and apricot, but they perished, to my woe.
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A jacaranda's in the neighbour's yard, with royal purple plumes
It's like a pretty lilac tree, without the sweet perfume.
Above me is the flowering gum, (with little nuts that drop)
I watch the birds swoop in and out, or sit and sing a lot.
The nasturtiums smile at me, deep orange, crimson threads,
And I love the climbing rose, flamboyant, flaming red.
Onion, peppers, beet, broccoli, rosemary, thyme, mint, cress,
Lavender, parsley, stevia, are in the garden bed.
It's like a pretty lilac tree, without the sweet perfume.
Above me is the flowering gum, (with little nuts that drop)
I watch the birds swoop in and out, or sit and sing a lot.
The nasturtiums smile at me, deep orange, crimson threads,
And I love the climbing rose, flamboyant, flaming red.
Onion, peppers, beet, broccoli, rosemary, thyme, mint, cress,
Lavender, parsley, stevia, are in the garden bed.
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I hope the grapes will bloom this year, muscats, so delish,
I'd like to grow some melons, but the timing I will miss.
For our daughter has a baby due, and soon with her we'll stay-
To care for her three little girls, we'll wash and cook and play.
There, that's my moments in God's garden, sharing everything I like,
Do come visit in the twilight mist
Some starry moonlit night.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Nov 2012
heartwhispers
Poetry from the Heart
A Pretty Quiet Day
I'd like to grow some melons, but the timing I will miss.
For our daughter has a baby due, and soon with her we'll stay-
To care for her three little girls, we'll wash and cook and play.
There, that's my moments in God's garden, sharing everything I like,
Do come visit in the twilight mist
Some starry moonlit night.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Nov 2012
heartwhispers
Poetry from the Heart
A Pretty Quiet Day
Colossians 3:16
Letting the word of Christ dwell in us richly.....
as we sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs
with gratitude in our hearts to God.
Letting the word of Christ dwell in us richly.....
as we sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs
with gratitude in our hearts to God.
