A rich day of sun and reflection
As early autumn sneaks into our lives.
The time of bountiful renewal is expected
As the orchards and harvest thrive,
Preparing for winter’s sleep.
But in saying goodbye to another season,
Do not linger in sorrow and weep.
All has come and gone for a reason
For tomorrow brings its own awe-inspiring scene.
In the bright colors of God’s paintbrush,
Sunday is perfect … silent, glowing, serene.
A whispered breath of glory; do not rush
Through a day of splendor!
by Deborah A. Bowman
To Write … to rhyme ..
To share a moment in time
To give of your feelings
And thus revealing
The truths of your soul
That make you whole
To pledge your story as it unfolds
The manifestation of the roles
The thoughts you have pondered
As you have wandered
Through paradise, utopia
Do not dread
What doomsayers have said
To creep into your bliss
Ending with a kiss
Come, stay awhile
In the warmth of my smile
Link your self and soul with mine
And ease the heart and mind
Of both of us in trust.
By Deborah A. Bowman, Peering out the window at rays of sun and silence…