Old scars fall like amber leaves in dusk’s soft sigh,
Crisp air reminds the heart: release what can’t endure,
Trees stand bare but strong, their branches reaching for new light,
Over hills the sun leans golden, then dips with quiet care,
Beneath that shifting tide of color — a seed of cheer in the chill,
Even as shadows lengthen, the soul whispers: be the change you seek,
Rooted in grace, rising in peace, embracing what will be.
S anded mornings glow with pale sunlight—
E choes of summer linger in dew and drifting leaves.
P ause here: feel the momentum of change, gentle yet relentless.
T rees shed their green illusions, showing truths beneath.
E very breath becomes a meditation on impermanence.
M oments stretch in golden hush, inviting reflection.
B eyond sight lies memory’s echo, and memory shapes our gaze.
E arth’s cycle reminds us: endings birth beginnings.
R est in the flow of time, rooted yet reaching.
A-mazon
N-ature's
G-reen
E-mbodiment
L-ushly
H-elps
I-ts
P-lanet
O-n
L-eaves
I-n
T-rees
O-xygenating
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Angel P. Hipolito)
Sunlight dictates our days somehow
Evenings speak of duvets now
People begin to cough or sneeze
Trees start to dread each single breeze
E-type says there’s nowhere to park
Mornings complain about the dark
Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked
English sheepdog begs for a stick
Radio talks of candidates
Fake news drowns out any debate
Autumn colours each working day
Leaves demand to be swept away
Last week’s paper knew it was true
September would remember you.
Surrendering to cool hues of amber days.
Elegant harmonize blaze outerwear lays.
Phrases undescribable arrays to praise.
Trees sashay into the rhythm breath of calming
Effusion of gold blooms fields flavorful breeze.
Morning glories and lilies requited love,
Birth of sapphire skies dominate the Autumn
Equinox a changeover sun from summer.
Refresh bright eyes resting in tangerine scenes.
Fall morning wood smoke aroma zephyr out;
A deft flick pirouette ambient flutter
Leaves crisp fly with whispers of meander wind.
Late nightfall chattering nature slowly creeps,
Short days, long nights earth's axis tilted a bit.
Shifting seasons delight, most of all, fall,
Enchanting heart as green leaves turn to rust,
Poised gracefully atop trees standing tall,
Till they drop to the ground, adorning dust.
Equinox at autumn balances light,
Morning glory and aster usher hope,
Bestowing boons of grace, bringing delight,
Encouraging souls with love to elope.
Radiant lustre of the harvest moon,
Frees our soul from the shackles of desire,
Animating the void, wherein we swoon,
Lifted straight to heaven by rapture’s fire.
Learning acceptance, now loving and kind,
Soul plays out its life role, as God assigned.
A month of blue skies and bright sun light,
U ntil summer paves way and autumn tints come to greet.
G usts of wind blow to drive away summer heat.
U mpteen thrills, at the beach side, await.
S trolling in the evenings brings much delight.
T rees, bearing flowers and fruits is an uplifting sight.
(B)right sunshine paints the snow
(E)nlightening visions come alive
(A) winter day brings striking beauty
(U)nveiling the light in my soul
(T)rees bring delicate shadows
(I)nviting me to walk with stillness
(F)orging through trouble, calmly
(U)nderstanding winter’s message
(L)ight of love in a cold beautiful day
Heidi Sands
1/29/23
Placed 2nd in the the Writing Challenge B Contest. Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Theme word Chosen: Beautiful
Holy
And
Venerated
Every
Year,
Our
Unerring
Righteous
Savior
Extols
Love.
Faith
And
Merriment
Enfolds
Religious
Recordings.
Yuletide
Lyrics
Inspirational
Treasures.
Trees,
Lush
Evergreens.
Christ
Has
Risen
In
Stunning
Testament.
Melodious
Angels
Sing
December 7th, 2022
Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.
Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.
The saloon’s a place to relax
Where the regulars meet and chat
With plenty to drink and to eat
A night at Jenna’s is a treat.
Sheriff Koplin, David the Ranger
They watch over any stranger
Who is maybe looking for loot
Or someone they may wish to shoot.
Onto trouble, sharp as a knife
Is gambler Milton, faster than light
Deputy sheriff Michael Tor
And Prospector Pete on his horse.
Of Blacksmith Rees rogues be aware
He's got ultra hot furnace where
They'll find themselves burnt if they dare
Bestow folk mischief or despair.
But hey ho when the day is done
Everyone is out to have fun
Laughter, singing, it’s never bleak
At Jenna’s saloon on Soup Creek.
*+*+*
1st September 2022
After the rains disappear and summer heat dissolves
Under sapphire sky soft breeze ripples and revolves
Trees lining the garden path prepare to face the fall
Umber leaves wilt slow and wait for the winter’s call
Morning dew clings to the ochre grass as silver crown
Northern winds will spray opaque mist in the air soon.
Canopy of auburn forest observes the birds fly away
On the fallen rustling foliage mystique spectrums play
Last few days before the winter brings the frost along
On blue hills clouds waltz and wind sings autumn song
Rhythm resonates in my merry mind in words of rhyme
Spreads on my poem the sunset colors of autumn time.
September 26, 2021
Contest : Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
A utumn cool days waiting for winter
U nder the trees lie hand painted leaves
T rees filled with leaves with gorgeous glistening colors
U ncover the boxes for decorations
M emories of the summer are fading
N ow getting ready for the holidays for they are coming
Date Written: 8/17/2020 Serenity Awakened Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
March
Arrives
Ready to
Captivate spring's
Heart
Gifts
Include
Flowering
Trees and warmer
Sun
March 18, 2019
Contest: Light Up The Page - 3
Sponsor: Joseph May
In gilded hours and yet again
I still hear the same refrain:
"Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh,
Out with the Yanks,
Let the Viet Cong in!"
Ah me! Times change and I am old.
Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold,
Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach.
Boris, Boris, to the breach.
"Mogg, Mogg. Jacob Rees-Mogg!
Let's hear the bark of the British bull-dog."
O the depth of language, all of them, Hebrew
most of all, as we go to the Psalms
Where David (and Moses, less often) drew
Daring pictures of El Shaddai, Yah, in warmth
And Justice, Judgment and Mercy: CHESED
That is why I pray for Kings; by THE KING I am led!
David Rees began to dive into Hebrew
As I had done with Sanskrit scores of summers ago
In the Psalms, Hebrew Poetry and metaphor show,
JESUS hidden as "salvation in Yah," named YESHUA!
O since the 90s, I have been on Psalms 90 on
my LORD in grace showers shalom & lesson upon lesson
Abide in Him; behold Him, as we do with lovers
Just to stare and meditate... ruminate on Him
Who would love a worm like me to die in my place
But more: we will reign with Him, live in a mansion
He has gone to prepare (John 14), but will return
For the Bride, the One Church, all who accept salvation
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