Listening
I sit in my early morning quiet spot
Where I go to hear God
And hopes he will listen as I pray
The night still lingers
The air heavy and damp
The quiet crickets not far away
The old oak tree my morning friend
Salutes upward to morning stars
sweet breeze sways the leaves
The soft rustle of the branches
Speaks gently to remind me the
Spirit calls me to believe.
Christine McNeill-Matteson
Copyrighted 2019 CMM
The Wind is Speaking
The wind is speaking
The morning night
A whispered breeze
A rhythmic quietThe wind is speaking
A gentle wake
The limbs carry
The boughs breakStars hang
A sparrow sings
A morning sighs
Copyrighted: CMM 2019
Haiku:
A stormy morning
Quiet through the troubled clouds
Nature is on display
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In My Garden
There are secrets in my garden
You need but walk a piece
You will stumble on a flower
And a butterfly at ease
Walk but just a couple steps
You almost see them grow
The purple and the yellow
But please walk a little slow
There are secrets in my garden
A prairie dog you might see
A pansy or a daisy
However please be quiet
Not to disturb the frog so lazy
Or the fountains where angels sit
I invite you in my garden
Where joy is laid and kept
Copyright: 2017 CMM
