Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Early morning

Early morning: the silent silhouettes,
the solid shadow of misty trees
and the promise of light.
The frosted battle of breath
and the vaguest tint of warmth
colouring in the air.
This is the herald of Autumn’s chill
the fanfare announcing Winter
a prophecy for scurrying squirrels
and the sleepy dormancy
of hibernation.

The shallow clothing of Summer
is archived again
and wardrobes brim with bulk,
armour for the battle to keep warm.

Beauty remains, though different in form;
the red-gold gay regality that adorned
vibrant trees
reduced to carpeting mulch
a blanket for oak and ash and beechy feet.
Whispered webs of glistening silk
stretch between twig and branch
their stealth betrayed
until day hides them again.

To everything there is a season.
Every season has its fashion -
new apparel of praise
reflecting the creativity
of a God who cares.


The Unknowngnome said...

Absolutely wonderous Keith!

Your observations and thoughts always seem to be fashionably apparelled with your words of praise.

Debbie Dillon said...

I love this! Beautiful job. Thank you for visiting my blog, and for your encouraging comment.

God Bless,

Anonymous said...

Oh, wow! Love this! Such beautiful word pictures -- just enough to whet the appetite, but not glut the imagination. You write the way I think, but can't often translate onto paper. Kudos! And thank you for sharing your beautiful gift of words.