Thriving in the shadows’ sheen
(unsmothered by fall)
flowers ever bloom.
Sunlight shines, heat penetrates
(dazzling the die-hards)
as gardens do bed.
Leaves huddle, roll out the mulch
‘cause night’s gonna freeze
the spit from earth’s sneeze.
Disiccating winter winds
seep into the soil
(worms flee as they toil).
Russet, golden hued leaves crushed
swirl in the whirl winds.
Like powder they’re thrust
to molecules, dust.
December, no green things,
gardens are abed
to sleep. They’re not dead!
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
In "A Touch of Your Presence" are words that would inspire, encourage and strengthen one's soul when faced with challenges and difficulties and to know the awesomeness of God's power.
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