Wordless Wednesday – #26
Tag: Autumn
Wordless Wednesday – #23
Fallen Crimson – Wordless Wednesday
Autumn’s Refrain
As the storms rage here in the Pacific Northwest, my thoughts turn to the storms that rage in our lives. Remembering that this too shall pass and hope is no small thing.
November Dreams
Day passes into night,
and then darkness becomes light.
All is not as lost as it seems,
for autumn can spark new dreams.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Turkey Dreams
Thanksgiving is only 2 weeks away!
In early November
our thoughts turn
to dreams of turkey.
With grateful hearts
and joyful thanksgiving,
we wait in anticipation dreaming of turkey.
Stop and listen!
For something turkey this way comes!
A delicious bird
cooked golden brown
oh, the turkey dreams.
Not a thought is given
to his ultimate demise,
he now lives on only in turkey dreams.
~Mark Schutter 2014
Just having some fun! Wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving and don’t stress too much about the preparations as most likely it will all work out in the end, so enjoy! Now, what are you thankful for? ~M
Be Grateful
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus
Happy November, focus on your blessings this month. What are you grateful for? I challenge to you to come up with one thing everyday that you are thankful for.
I will start. I am thankful for my family, and a wife that always goes above and beyond what is expected. ~M
#30DaysofThanks #JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives
Fall (haiku)
Leaves silent fall
Anxiety covers all
As October falls
~Mark Schutter ©2014
Photo ©Carri Schutter of Grace Unveiled
A short poem, haiku style, #27 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo.
Yellow Brilliance
Around the bend, on a narrow road.
Comes the end, of all we have known
The colors glow, in the autumn twilight.
The brilliant yellows, pierce the night.
~Mark Schutter ©2014
Poem 22 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo. A rainy gray day in the Pacific Northwest has me thinking of sunshine, warmth and color. Let your light shine! ~M
Autumn
the autumn chill speaks of a coming death
arise and awake
time to harvest and hope for needed change
arise and awake
across the aging lands hope springs a renewal
arise and awake
feelings of melancholy as we wait for a rebirth
arise and awake
~Mark Schutter ©2014
(Poem 5 of 31 for #OctPoWriMo, written using the prompt words in bold. Hope lives! ~M)
