top of page

Sing To Me, Autumn

Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves.

Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze.

Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of trees.

Now tell me all the secrets you've whispered to the seas.

Sleep with me, Autumn, beneath your starlit skies.

Let your yellow harvest moon shimmer in our eyes.

Kiss me, Autumn, with your enchanting ways

That changes all you touch into crimson golden days.

Love me, Autumn, and behold this love so true

That I'll be waiting faithfully each year to be with you.

Patricia L. Cisco ©


Beauty of the Morning

In the beauty of the morning

When the sun awakes the world

When the birds begin their singing

And the clouds are all unfurled.

Have you ever stopped to listen

As the darkness fades away

When the golden dawn is breaking

and heralds in the day?

If you've never seen the glory

of the rising of the sun

Now's the time to do this

For at least, just even one.

Your heart will swell with praises

As you see the beauty there

You will find your spirit soaring

And your heart bowed down in prayer.

  Author Unknown


Treasures come in so many ways:

the sun that lights the cloudy days,

a rainbow from a summer shower,

a rose that blooms within an hour.

Yes, treasures come in so many ways. 

A baby's staring, wandering gaze,

a dolphin's dance on ocean waves.

Yes, treasures come in so many ways. 

The heart beats of two souls in love,

a beautiful white and peaceful dove.

Yes, treasures come in so many ways. 

A sky full of snowflakes of rarest form,

a cup of cocoa to keep us warm.

Yes, treasures come in so many ways.

A house full of family on holidays.

For these treasures we should give God praise!

Yes, treasures come in so many ways. 

I could keep on counting for days and days!

Patricia L. Cisco ©

Characteristics Of Flowers

They have no mouth, but seem to speak

A thousand words so mild and meek.

They have no eyes , but seem to see

And bury thoughts into me.

They have no ears, but seem to hear

All my cries, my every tear.

They have no arms, but seem to pat

When with worries my heart is fat.

They have no feet, but seem to walk

Along with me in my dreams and talk.

They, I know, are the flowers so nice

That spread their fragrance a million miles.

Grow a few and then you'll know

How your life is fresh and new.

With a smile so broad, I thank my God,

Whose work to imagine is really too hard.

Pearlyn ©

My Garden Is My Sanctuary

As I look out to my garden

I feel a sense of pride

It really is a lovely room

Except it is outside.

Where lovely things mix and match

And greenery fills the walls

The sound of trickling water

Coming from the gold fish pond.

I love the sight of stones and rocks

And driftwood and tree ferns too

The sounds of all my chimes

I know you would like it too.

With pride I walk around my garden

And savor each scent and smell

Colors of yellow, red and gold

Striped cushion on a bench.

The bird bath has its own domain

It's placed beside a wooden arch

Where all the birds come to bathe

And drink when they are parched.

Ladybirds can hide away

Sometimes they come out to see

What's happening around them

With caterpillars and the bees.

There's not much more that I can say

Except if you have your own

It won't take long to build it up

Seeds will bloom once they are sown.

  Marie Church ©

Hello Spring!!

The cold winter has passed and now comes Spring.

The newly hatched baby birds will cause the mother birds to sing.

The warm sun comes out, little cherry blossoms are in bloom.

Beautiful roses will open up and smell of sweet perfume.

The winds soft breeze passes through the tall trees.

There will be plenty of work for the busy honey bees.

From flower to flower, they fly & buzz all day.

Spring is that wonderful time during March, April and May.

By Sally

God’s Wonders are All Around

God’s wonders are all around,

so many blessings for you to see

just use your imagination . . .

come now take a look with me.

You’ll see one in a sunset,

another when it’s on its rise

casting its beauty upon us

splendor right before our eyes.

You’ll hear one in the finch’s song,

listen to the tune he sings

melodies that takes on flight

soaring high on golden wings.

You’ll smell one in the sweet breeze,

blowing across the garden path

blossoms budding and spilling forth

with the same scents filling up your bath.

It’s not too hard to find the blessings,

that comes disguised to us each day

just look past what is expected . . .

and you’ll find them beyond the fray!

Deborah Ann Belka © 2013

Psalm 40:5

“Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works

which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us;

they cannot be reckoned up in order unto you:

if I would declare and speak of them,

they are infinitely more than can be numbered.”

bottom of page