Night Made Day

Night Made Day

 

Night made day

By moon on snow.

Sleeping trees whisper

In their dreams.

Biting air keeps the animals

In their burrows.

Branch shadows glide across snow

With ease.

 

I look out with wonder

At the scene before me.

Magical it has become

After the mighty storm.

Nothing is as it was, and

The world is weighted down.

Only the wind can come and go

As it pleases.

 

What a blessing it is

To live in my mountain home!

God’s handiwork is so close

I can touch it with my own hands.

Indeed, I am made rich with the bounty

That is set right before me.

Nothing manmade can compare

With His Masterpiece.

 

2010 © Dawn L. Huffaker

All rights reserved.

Still Life Painting

Still Life Painting

 

The still life painting is

Slowly surfacing

To the top of

The dappled, sparkling snow.

 

Clumps of grass

Hide themselves

Like rabbits ‘neath the

Sleeping trees.

 

Shadows shimmer

To and fro

As a breeze

Flutters softly by.

 

Birds hop atop

The crusty surface

Leaving tracks

Showing their exploring.

 

Wings open

Catching cold air

Lifting to a branch

To examine their prizes.

 

Branches bounce, as they

Crack the precious shells

Of the newly found seeds

And savor the meats within.

 

Winter blue sky

Smiles on the scene below

Knowing that

Life isn’t still at all.

 

2010 © Dawn L. Huffaker

All rights reserved.

New Year’s Wish

Welcome to the year 2010! How many thought that they would ever see this year? How many are where they want to be? How many remember that they were just in high school, and now they are grandparents?

Time marches on. It does not stop for anyone, or anything. Like a river, it flows on and on.

For most, that is a good thing. It prods us to analyze where we had been, and where we want to go. This keeps us on track, and leads us into the future.

Hmm! What is my wish for this year? My wish is to be available for my family and friends. I want to enjoy every beautiful moment with them. I want to be a blessing and a gift to them.

This time, next year, I hope to have achieved this goal. For no matter how many poems I write, or books I sell, time continues on. There are only so many chances to share the precious moments that happen with those we care about the most.

What is your wish for the new year?