Tis the time of year when sunshine smiles
And the sky is so clear for miles and miles,
When the birds in the branches of the trees
Circulate their message into the breeze
While the gentle wind does rustle the leaves
Now playing in the shadow of the eaves.
The trees seem to yawn and stretch in the sun
As spreading shrubs have their flowers begun
So it is that our world of growing green
Paints pictures to all of beauty obscene !
I love America, land of the free
I love America, tis home to me
As she spreads from the mountains to the plains
Replete with thunder storms and summer rains.
From her northern tips to the sandy shore
Cross the valleys deep and wide, trees galore
The beauty of this land entices all
Through winter, springtime, summer and the fall !
A tiny bit of heaven grows
In secret places no one knows
Sometimes a corner near a hedge
Or closeby at the garden’s edge
Under a pine tree by the fence
With smell of violets intense.
Around a tree stump you can see
Peat moss plays host to wild daisy
The dandelions tramp all about
While peonies their color flout,
Oh such a sight for all to see
And witness as God’s litany !
My heart so full, tis sure to pop
My brain’s elated, I can’t stop
I view outside, what do I see
This image God has made for me.
There’s such rare beauty to be found
From azure sky with its surround
Like all the joy He’s gifted me
His heaven, earth, His world to see !
Now I have trod ten thousand miles
Up hills and dales passed country stiles
I’ve climbed the steps to reach the sky
Both night and day as clouds rolled by.
I’ve dreamt the way that scholars do
Mindful of all that can be true
My heart and soul are caught in it
Somehow it all just seems to fit.
Let’s thank the Lord for His great gifts
As through our lives His beauty sifts !
Our world is made of fantasy
Of wishes, dreams and ecstasy
Of worry, hope and dignity
With many other traits you’ll see
Despite how we may try agree
We are awash and blind asea !
Red, fuscia, purple, lime and green
These are the colors to be seen
With yellow, orange, pink, white, blue
To celebrate the springlike view,
Around the corners, every shade
And tint of green the Lord has made.
A myriad of colors bright
To lighten up each local sight
How did the Lord know long before
The beauty of His world decor ?
We thank You, Lord, for this Your gift
You sure know how to spirits lift !
I look outside, what do I see
A field of violets smiles at me
While over in the corner there
Two lilacs do their blooms compare.
Hydrangeas all like spreading out
They love the space and so they shout
“Hey, look at me, I’m gussied up
My blossoms fill your largest cup !”
Consider all the dandelions
They are the brighest of all kinds
And when they grow close to the ground
They’re the best cover to be found.
I’d like to think that flowers know
How much we love them as they grow
And keep themselves sweet as they can
In tribute to God’s love of man !
The world outside’s pristine and white
A sparkling, glistening joyous sight
There’s not a single moving thing
That to each surface snow won’t cling.
All silence shouts with one accord
Let’s take a moment to afford
God’s challenge that He brings to us
In life and times too glorious.
How little do we know or care
About this heritage we share
For all we love is there to see
The power of His majesty !
The snow has covered all the ground
There’s not another soul around
Our world of white is drowning in
A swirl of ice and sleet and wind.
There is no color anywhere
Except for trees whose limbs are bare
And evergreens both small and tall
Whose silouettes display it all.
This winter beauty that we see
Will fade away eventually !
It occurs to me the world’s upside down
And instead of smiling it wears a frown
Now that’s not the way it was meant to be
With its splendid vistas and great beauty.
Stop for a moment and take a real look
There’s billions of photos filling each book
No one can create a new mountain peak
It’s those who try climbing of whom we speak.
The wisdom of God is beyond our reach
No matter how much or how hard they teach
The world is not ours, one we could not make
All have a short span to visit not break !
This world lies cloaked in veils of white
That floated down all through the night
The morning woke to wond’rous sight
All layered like ice cream delight.
The air so crisp, it filled each room
And chased away old winter’s gloom
Let’s pray the laughter will resume
As happy smiles begin to bloom !
Whatever I am, dear Lord, I know
I owe it to You, You’ve made it so
You are the stars and the skies they’re in
With clouds above at Your every whim.
The rainbows we glimpse with color bright
A moon o’erhead on the starlit night
You are the dreams we are waiting for
The hopes and wishes and plans galore
That do fill our hearts and minds with glee
And create Your world this sight to see.
The birds and trees, the flowers that bloom
Assorted odors filling each room
The snow and rain, the wind as it blew
All of our treasures are gifts from You !
OUT OF CHAOS, ORDER. AMEN.
Morning shades of drab tans and gray
Are always getting in the way
Of peach and golds to shocking pinks
That welcome most as sunrise sinks.
Oh what I’d give at last to see
The rainbow this world used to be
Where all felt a great need to share
With those who chanced to visit there.
I’ve often wished that I might find
A fairy wand, the magic kind,
To do the job tales tell it can
And much improve the state of man !
I see the rain now tumbling down
Like teardrops rushing to the ground
The Power it accompanies
Is Parent to all plants and trees.
How splendid is the light He brings
To all of this world’s living things
For even mountains rise with time
While valley levels will decline,
How wonderful it is to be
Creations of God’s Entity !
The eagle flies and tilts his wings
Into the wind as courage springs
The sight of which from earth below
Imprints his efforts in this show
Upon those seeking there aground
The eloquence that he has found
With visions of his grandeur high
He is the strength in God’s great sky !
There is a sight that I can see
It is sheer wonderment to me
With April just around the bend
When will this winter ever end ?
Outside my window by the pane
I see the snow, it’s here again
The barren branches are all white
Three inches higher than last night !
The snow’s been falling to the ground
It doesn’t seem to make a sound
Warm here inside, I’m sure it’s grand
God’s brand new winter wonderland !
There stands an elm outside my door too scarred and old
A magnificent stanchion mighty to behold
This aged tree, true remnant of a long ago
Attests to all, the verity of what we know
God’s works are beauteous and marvelous to see
Enjoy it all for God alone can make a tree !
I love the pictures of the snow
Where e’er you look, where e’er you go
The skies are polka-dotted too
With snowflakes drifting over you
While here and there no space is bare
The snow’s piling up everywhere !
Observe the sky, today it’s gray
And changes colors day by day
But now is winter time and so
We can’t be sure what hues will show.
The golden glows of summertime
Do verge upon a scene sublime
I most prefer the plums and pinks
Especially as sundown sinks.
I wonder if the Lord can see
How glorious His sky must be
To all of us who looking up
Adore His overflowing cup ?
The stars that show in night time sky
Remind us all that God is nigh
Oh such great treasure we can see
That shines through all infinity.
The skies are ageless evermore
A world in which exists no door
There are no limits no restraints
This place where angels bide with saints !
The morn awakes and yawns aloud
The sky is clear, there’s ne’er a cloud
A breeze o’erhead begins to blow
We’re in the midst of autumn’s show.
Her colors changing every day
Glow brighter still along the way
How wonderful God’s palette is
Creating pigments, He’s a whiz !
Blossoms in the garden, how shall we bear their loss
Soon the winds of autumn will all their petals toss
How often in past summers and the springtimes too
That flowers smiled and waved most of each daytime through.
All the fragile magic and all the fragrant smells
Folded in those tiny buds resting in their shells
What would this world look like without the shades of green
Plus God’s rainbow colors and everything between ?
As I look out o’er roofs and chimney top
There’s no place I can make my vision stop
That is not brick and mortar all alone
Accompanied by wood or tar or stone.
Now rooftops are a lonely barren place
Lacking enthusiasm to fill our space
They bring no beauty or accommodate
In any way the grace of man to date.
Of course they serve a purpose that’s a must
Saving all from cold, wind, storm, rain or dust
But I would love to look across that span
Envisioning God’s beauty all I can !
Let’s thank the Lord for many things
Like sun and rain and April springs
Including all the birds that sing
And trees that host most everything,
The fields and valleys lush with life
Trails cut through forests like a knife
A night time sky that glows so bright
With stars and comets in their flight,
We thank You Lord for all these things
And all the joy Your loving brings !
I’m peering through a veil of white
That is this early morning’s sight
Watching the snowflakes filter down
In pirouettes close to the ground
They flutter, dance and swirl about
Their silent beauty spinning out !
The colors of the rainbow are
As glorious as evening star
That’s ringed by comets from afar
And shares their beauty near and far !
I love the way the snowflakes fall
In their great rush to cover all
They land in heaps about knee high
And keep on swirling from the sky
This place is clouded in pure white
It sure is one dramatic sight.
Just feel the air it’s frosty cold
The snow’s a power to behold
It glitters bright for those who share
The magic and elusive glare.
I sure would love to greet the sun
Assured that soon the cold is done
Though we shall have to wait some more
Before this spring walks through the door !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 