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RIVER FOG
The fog strolls off the river,
moves like ghost along
the banks,
obscuring into shadows
what lies within its ranks.
Trees grow arms and fingers
that hold the mind in
their grasp.
There is a very eery stillness
until the fog has passed.
What sounds there are, are magnified
and
even a drifting log
can seem to be imposterous
in a ghostlike fog.
The most familiar is distorted,
hung in a ghostly
shroud.
Even just a whisper
in this fog seems much to loud.
The simple snapping of a twig
will make the nerves
all quiver.
Early morning with a river fog
does more than make you shiver
in the chilling damp and cold
as fog
rolls in at night
and in the hours of early dawn
before the sky turns sunshine bright.
SUMMER DAZE
Balmy Summer day.
eighty-three degrees.
brilliant
azure sky
and a pleasant, cooling breeze...
Nothing much to do
so headed for the pond,
walked along the edge
kind
of moseying along
sometimes wading in the water
about up to my knees...
Nothing much is sweeter
than layed back
days like these...
Tried a little fishing
but the fish weren't biting,
thought about them swimming
and the water
seemed inviting...
Swam out and back a couple times,
did a few surface dives,
the water, cool, refreshing...
'Tis
so great to be alive
to enjoy this summer day,
to walk the fields, the beach, the woods
and in the water play
and
stretch out on my raft, relaxing,
sort of in a summer daze,
my thoughts, just aimless wanderings
adrift upon the
waves.
WILLOW ON THE LEA
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Oh lovely is the willow tree
by the brook down
on the lea
its slender leaves
soft, palest green
that flow and ripple
in the summer breeze
like a spray of
water,
its branches dipping down
as though from a fountain
to the ground...
seems like water droplets
reflecting
summer green
are drawn up from the laughing brook
that giggles through the lea
up to the very top of it,
then
seems dripping back down.
It shimmers in the sunlight
and ripples in the breeze,
the lovely weeping willow
with
its spray of pale geen leaves
gracing the edge of the little brook
that wanders through the lea...
And I love
to wander there,
sit quiet beneath the tree,
maybe dangle my toes awhile
in the cool, refreshing stream,
enjoy
the sounds of nature,
and watch the minnows swim.
Tis awfully nice of birds and fish
to let me share their tree with
them...
And though it's called a weeping willow
it seems not the least bit sad.
Fact is, this lovely willow tree
by
this little brook seems glad
to share its lovely branches
with birds, butterflies and bees,
seem like a refreshing
fountain
and share its cooling shade with me.
Annette
W. Bromley
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FALLING STARS
Seems a zillion stars hung in the sky
above a humid summer
night,
flickering against the blackness
until one with fiery light
split across the vastness
of eternity, headlong,
down
a blazing trail from
where it once belonged
to beyond the far horizon,
sailed past Earth
and it was gone...
Then
another and another,
I watched for most an hour
as the lights fell out of heaven
causing a star shower.
As
I watched them blaze a trail
across the heaven's eternity,
it surely was a splendid
but an eery sight to see,
to
see stars falling out of heaven
across the blackness of the night,
toward Earth, heaven descending
in fiery trails
of light
and as suddenly to vanish,
Oh what an awesome sight!
Still the stars up in the sky
did not seem to
decrease...
a star shower on a summer night
is a wondrous sight to see,
see them sail across the distance
of eternity,
headlong,
blazing a trail of fire
toward Earth and then be gone
forever into nowhere...
seems so near to be so
far.
It was an eery, awesome hour,
that night of falling stars.
Annette W. Bromley
GOD AND NATURE
There is a place I love to go,
a tiny pond where pine trees
grow,
a quiet place with gentle breeze,
a place that's filled with so much peace.
The pond is fed by babbling brook
that
giggles through a shaded nook
into the glen fragrant with pine
where through the boughs
morning does shine
with
glow like through cathedral glass.
A more lovely place I could not ask.
Even in winter laced with snow
this place
bestows seems heavens glow.
In spring 'tis blossomed rainbow bright
gleaming in God's precious light...
In summer
'tis such soothing peace,
a respite from the humid heat.
Autumn dec'ts it out in gold,
the wonder of the seasons
told
as among the pines and white birches
this special place seems 'specially blessed.
God and Nature, hand in
hand,
doth help my mind and soul to understand
the wonder of His grace each day
through all I see and as I pray.
God soothes the yearnings of my heart
and is never from me far apart.
He gently guides me in His way
as I journey
through each day.
Oh such joy my heart receives,
simply in Him that I believe.
Each hour I'm showered by His grace.
I love meeting Him in our special place,
this little spot that's His and mine
as through life's clouds, His glory
shines.
Annette W. Bromley
BY HIS MIGHTY HAND
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Trees, now vibrant gold, citrine and
garnet,
are dancing with the Autumn breeze
and apples, jade and ruby blushed
cling like gems on orchard trees.
Fields
stretch out with golden harvest.
Grapes glisten amethyst on vines
deluging age old pasture walls,
'tis Autumn, harvest
time.
The corn is tall and tasseled,
rustling, chuckling with the breeze
while all along the river walk
are gaggles
of ducks and geese
and flocks of thrush and other songbirds
preparing soon to leave
what will soon be frozen northlands,
snow,
freezing rains and ice.
Winter is soon upon us,
a crystal paradise,
to cold, well below zero,
for little birds
and such,
yet Winter, its opalescent glow
with its deep green emerald touch
of evergreen upon the mountains,
crowned
with glittering diamond dust
is dazzling to see...
Oh 'tis such an awesome world,
seasons gowned so gloriously
by
the hands of its Creator
who speaks and it is so,
grants us so many blessings
to help us grow, help us to know,
all
seen in the wonders all around us
and not more than in Autumn's harvest glow
or in the mighty power of a storm
or
in Winter's frigid cold
to remind us of our weakness
and how much our God we need...
But Oh! The splendor that is
Autumn
and the blessings we receive.
Yet,no greater blessing ever was
than to those who follow and believe
in
Him who by His mighty hand
these wonders were conceived,
whose voice is in the mighty wind
and on the gentlest of
breeze.
Yet these wonders all around us,
so minute when they're compared,
for those who know and follow Christ,
to
the new Harvest God's prepared.
Oh great blessings, oh how marvelous
await beyond the storm,
the reaping of what
we have sown...
And to those whose life has been reborn
He comes soon in all His glory,
with a shout louder than
thunder,
though we can not begin imagine
such awesome, glorious wonder.
Oh how marvelous His coming
and with Him
eternity
with a harvest we can't dare to dream
for we who will follow and believe.
E'en now as storms besiege
us
His promise glows throughout the land.
He grants us so many blessings
brought forth by His mighty hand.
The
fields stretch forth a golden harvest
beyond life's tumultous storms
though all seems lost and hopeless
He steels
our soul from harm.
Trees crowned in gold, citrine and garnet
dance to the song of Autumn's breeze
while apples,
jade and ruby blushed
cling like gems on orchard trees,
fruits of faith all ripening,
grapes, amethyst on the vine,
the
Blessing comes from Heaven,
to Earth, 'tis harvest time.
Annette W. Bromley
AUTUMN'S GIFTS
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Summer
long has disappeared,
blown on a gypsy wind
and winter, spring must come and go
before summer comes again.
She
bowed graciously to autumn,
blew her a sunshine kiss,
then disappeared into the year
as autumn came with gifts
of
jewel toned beauty
and a harvest bountiful.
Lady autumn spreads her tapestry
stitched with threads of gold.
She
bears her gifts upon the earth,
so wondrous to see,
brings forth the harvest season,
autumn's gifts to you and me;
then
some night she'll take her bow
as winter ushers in the cold
and crowns the earth in diamond dust
where once was autumn
gold...
but for now we have her gifts
to cherish thankfully.
Come with me. Let's take a stroll
across the autumn
lea.
Let's stroll the hills, along the stream,
they are dressed so beautifully,
let's enjoy the autumn while we can
in all her majesty.
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LIGHTENING
A robin cried at the edge of the woods
as a sliver
of moon rose as high as it could
into the sky of a starless night
before thick clouds engulfed its light.
The
wind blew gust of ghostly fear
as a veil of rain fell down like tears
on a solomn earth on a dismal night
where an
owls hoot had filled mice with fright
just minutes before the rain came down
and the thunder started rumbling 'round.
Then
the thunder roared and the whole sky split
when nature cracked her electric whip
as tongues of fire seemed to fly
from
cloud to ground and ground to sky...
And the thunder crashed and boomed and roared,
the lightening flashed and how it
poured.
MORNING WOODS
Above my head a canopy
of summer's emerald leaves.
With
sunlight filtering through them,
they shimmer in the breeze.
In the treetops birds are singing,
gray squirrels dash
from limb to limb
and nearby on a quiet pond
two wood ducks silent, swim
across the cool, fresh water
leaving
ripples in their wake,
in the woods this morning
just as the morning breaks
into the heat of summer,
but there's
a coolness 'neath the trees.
It's such a pleasant place to be,
beneath this canopy of leaves.
Sunlight stretches
through the branches.
Its rays, long, light, soft and shadowy.
Morning in these summer woods
seems a perfect place
to me...
and the wildlife all around me
seem to quite agree.
CHATTERING LEAVES
The leaves all gabble and they chatter
in fast, impatient tongues
and
call out, 'Winter soon is coming .
There is much work to be done.
You must hurry now and gather in
the harvest from
the fields,
the apples from the orchards,
the fare that nature yields.
Gather up the nuts that fall
and the frost
grapes on the vine,'
the leaves all seem to chatter,
'It is almost wintertime.'
Sometimes the leaves all
seem to sing,
sometimes to laugh and tease.
Falling off their swaying boughs,
they go dancing on the breeze.
They
scurry by and beckon me
to also dance and play,
take in all the beauty now
before winter comes our way,
before
the frigid cold of winter
turns the earth crystal white,
'Come' the leaves all chatter,
'take in the awesome sites...'
And
then I hear the leaves all calling,
'Come now and reap the harvest
gather up the season's bounty
that God and earth
has blessed.'
Still sometimes it seems they're calling me
to stroll among the trees,
to laugh with them and to listen
to
their chattering on the breeze.
The fields are ripe and waiting
and there is much work to be done
but
oh, how I love to walk the woods,
to listen to the chattering tongues
throughout the autumn forest,
to see their
gemlike colors, leaves
now dressed in their autumn best
and dancing off the trees,
two-stepping 'cross the meadow
and
teasing graceful butterflies
who join them in their airy flight
across the autumn skies.
I love to hear their carefree
chatter
as they shuffle down the street
and sing and gabble happily
as they scurry 'round my feet.
Oh how fair
is the autumn,
fresh, clear air, gentle breeze,
the gem-crowned fields and forest
and the chattering of leaves.
AT DAYBREAK
Night stars began to twinkle out
as the east sky began to glow
and
slowly, very slowly
a new day began to grow
as sunshine began to filter
the nights darkness out,
birds began to
wake and sing
and creatures scurry about,
out of their sleeping places
and the earth began to wake,
bursting forth
with joyous music
as the day began to break
and I thought as I watched the dawn
spread out its morning light
'God
is smiling down from Heaven
and everything will be all right.
This dawn is simply glorious
in the glow of the suns
rays
and I think, I really think,
this will be a lovely day.'
As the sun rose in the sky
the blue seemed crystal
clear
and I had this awesome feeling
that God was very, very near.
MEADOW DANCERS
All across the meadow,
in their lovely pastel gowns,
beneath the
azure of the heavens,
the butterflies dance around...
And Oh, I love the sunset ones, citrine gowns
edged with
black velvet and a touch of ivory lace,
flitting among the flowers
with such exquisite grace...
And the lovely
golden butterfly
seems waltzing with the breeze,
on Autumn's breath, sweet autumn's song,
a ballet so lovely as to
please,
performed by meadow dancers dancing,
dancing with the drifting leaves.
PICNIC
Come
walk with me through meadow green
along the laughing brook
to where the aspens and the birches grow,
we'll find a
shady nook
where the brook forms a rippling pool
and cascades over the rocks.
We'll sit awhile and dream awhile,
eat
sandwiches and talk...
But mostly we'll just listen,
listen to the whispers on the breeze
and maybe even sing
along
with the songbirds in the trees.
We'll breathe in God's field of flowers,
enjoy the dance of butterflies
and
watch the clouds like tall ships
sail across the azure sky,
enjoy the sweetness of the air,
the warmth of summer
sun,
the refreshing cool of brook and breeze
and a picnic would be fun.
Lets have a picnic by the brook,
make
this day a celebration,
enjoying all that God has made,
Lord God of all creation.
copyright 2005 by Annette Bromley
NATURE ON THE WARPATH
Seems Mother Nature is on the warpath,
really angry with the world
these days, as wind lashes, light'ning flashes,
rain pours and hail is hurled
out of the heavens
in sudden rising storms
that appear out of nowhere
with not a clue to warn
us it's approaching,
about to unleash its wrath.
Seems dear, sweet Mother Nature
is upset, on the warpath
ripping through fields of tender growth,
tearing limbs right off the trees,
leaving the air so hot and humid
it makes it hard to breathe,
causing the streams and little brooks
to leap over their banks...
Then calm, to quiet, deadly silence
while she regroups her ranks
to return within the darkness,
fire raging 'cross the sky
as Mother Nature, filled with wrath,
roars through the night...
Sleep becomes but an illusion.
The whole scene is mesmerising.
Dawn arrives, glowing hot haze
as the morning sun is rising.
You sense that it's not over,
the air electrifying.
It's to still, tense with anticipation,
then comes the pattering of rain,
the grumble, then the flash and roar
as Mother Nature strikes again.
Copyright 2005 by Annette Bromley
Seven Nature Poems all written in
rictameter.
HEAVENLY SUNRISE
Morning;
a new day dawns,
rose and
lavender sky
with silver lining etched in gold,
oh glorious new day, new beginning,
as early morning sunrise glows
and
God smiles down on Earth
this heavenly
morning.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
MEADOW
Meadow
sweet red clover
entices
butterflies
to dance to the windsong playing
within the pine edged meadow grass that sways
in rythmn to the gentle
breeze
that wafts off yonder hill.
Marvelous the
meadow.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
RAINBOW MIST
In spring,
dancing raindrops
patter
on greening fields
and daffodils dance merrily
while whispy wind blows clouds beyond the hill,
rain sudsides to a
mere sprinkle
with sun drops sparkling through
a rainbow mist
in spring.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
DAY SLEEPS
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Day sleeps,
the twilight hour,
the
sun fades to the dark.
As lesser light begins to glow,
day slumbers in the shadow of God's wings.
Once the night
vespers have been sung,
now comes the evening breeze,
wind's lullaby.
Day sleeps.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
BOLD YELLOW
Yellow
dandelions,
so pretty to behold,
raise havoc on a well groomed lawn.
Their lovely heads bob like bits of sunshine
seems fallen from the noon day sky,
wild herb whose blossom blooms
nature's boldest
yellow.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
IN THE RAIN
Raindrops
pitter, patter
a jaunty sort of song,
gaily dancing on the river
where the wild ducks all swim along
and new ducklings play happily
without their umbrellas
while I walk through
raindrops.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
CAT'S PAWS
Field mice,
seems a bit odd
that they would be so brave
as to play among the cat's paws,
where dainty flowers in summer shadows bloom
like paws of playful white kittens
on the field's wooded edge.
They tease the small
field mice.
(c) 2005 by Annette Bromley
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