Winter Wind Blows Again
A glance at the starry night
reveals the approach of Winter in sight.
The moon shines brightly, illuminating
the darkness as if it were daylight.
A gentle breeze filters through the thicket of trees,
caressing the few remaining leaves.
The colors from Autumn persist, showcasing
shades of red, yellow, orange, and green.
Just yesterday, the familiar trees stood thick as
thieves, telling the story of fading Autumn's glory.
The angle of the moonlight enhanced the radiant stars.
Against the dark backdrop, they seem softer,
rather than harsh.
It was a perfect scene as the cool wind howled and sang.
Only God knows what tomorrow will bring;
which song the coming Winter air will sing.
I pause to wonder if it will be a long, slow melody
of cold nights and frosty winds.
Or will it be the fast, flurry-filled winter,
bursting with snow flurries?
Whichever winter songs the winds bring,
we will live, love, and dance to the rhythm
of Mother Nature and the song she sings.
Poem by: Qbenja
"When Nature falls into Winter, it creates a beautiful sight to remember."
Autumn's View
The season of Autumn is in the air.
I can smell the woodsy essence everywhere.
The cool early morning breeze flowed throughout the colorful changing trees.
Brown, orange, yellow, red, and green make a beautiful panoramic scene.
I'm sitting here on my porch, sipping mint tea,
enjoying this spectacular view that God designed anew.
This day, this hour, and this moment could not be more perfectly picturesque.
There is something special about this Autumn view; it is relaxing, and calming,
and exudes a peace that keeps me at ease while I enjoy the soul sounds of the oldies.
I can’t help but somehow believe that God is well-pleased with his artistic
handprint airbrushed across nature’s land and seas.
I long awaited this Autumn day and its quaint display
that interplays with the sun's rays.
God reigns over heaven above and earth below;
no other could conduct such an extraordinary show.
Autumn expresses God’s charming personality and grace.
In honor of this delightful and beautiful day,
I give God the praise in an expressional way.
So, slow life down, take time out from this everyday rat race,
and take a moment to enjoy this Autumn view day by day,
If you have no other reason, enjoy a peaceful and blessed Autumn season.
Poem by: Qbenja
"Take a deep breath and exhale life's stress." Author of Image Unknown
"Perfect Summer Sun"
Today, with a French vanilla coffee in hand, I had a plan.
I gathered my sun hat, glasses, and lotion to ward off a tan.
As I stepped onto the porch, hoping for rain,
my bare feet found comfort on the deck's natural wooden grain.
I moved closer to the railing and could see the perfect day unveiling.
The vast blue sky around me was clear and incredibly bright;
with not a cloud in sight. There was no reason to ask why.
The fiery sun rays bid the clouds goodbye.
Lord, all I can say is that it's going to be a hot summer day.
Squinting towards the heavens with a narrowed gaze,
I outstretched my arms in hallelujah praise,
embracing heaven’s readiness to welcome the day.
It was a splendid morning to count my blessings one by one
and to breathe in the scent of French vanilla
mixed with the sun's warmth.
The sun's rays poured down like streetlights piercing the dark.
It was the perfect day, the perfect moment to be humble at heart.
I pay homage to the majesty of creation, a splendid work of art.
Despite the intense, muggy, and sapping heat's effect,
I welcome each perfect summer sun with joy and respect.
Poem by: Qbenja
"Indeed, it was shaping up to be a scorcher of a day."
Burst of Spring
The Magic of Spring Is A Beautiful Thing
A burst of color here and there.
Flowers begin to bloom everywhere.
Each color palette is a unique contribution from its breed.
Showcasing the most vibrant artistry of the season.
With a little help from the pollination of birds and bees,
the beauty of it all makes up the Essence of Spring.
Trees once assumed dead that bared no leaves.
Stand tall and salute nature at the Burst of Spring.
Birds nest in their branches, awaiting the green leaves.
Insects of all kinds anticipate the nutritious feed.
We welcome the warm air overpowering the winter breeze.
And the ray of sunlight spiraling down from the heavens.
It couldn’t be a more picture-perfect and pleasurable scene.
I can only imagine the beauty my eyes will see.
When Mother Nature is in full force Bursting of Spring.
Poem by: Qbenja
"God breathes life back into everything with the sweet breath of Spring". -Qbenja-
"If I Were A Rose"
If I were a Rose,
I would be a part of life's cherished memories.
The special days, holidays, and celebrated things.
As a rose, I would be the unspoken words that brighten someone’s day.
I would fill your heart with joy and bring a smile to your face.
If I were a Rose, I would bud pretty in the Spring.
I would glister in the rain as my petals openly sang.
My stem would stretch tall and welcome the sun’s rays after the rain.
If I were a Rose, I would be as colorful as a rainbow.
The mere sight of me would be simply wonderful.
I would unfurl my petals in the warm Summer breeze.
And fill the air with a sweet floral fragrance till Fall ceases.
As Winter begins, my delicate petals will take flight with the wind.
My leaves are green no more as they silently fall to the earth’s floor.
My stem is now bare of its vibrant beauty that was once there.
Even my thorns, which protect me, can not shield me from winter’s night air.
As the cold and dark winter fades away.
Spring arrives again with its bright and warm days.
The age-old ritual of romance permeates the air as the eagerly awaited mating season begins.
The anticipation builds with each passing day as we await her colorful display.
Every petal is a work of art, a testament to the beauty of nature
And the artistic hand of our magnificent creator.
If I were a Rose, I'd choose to be me: Beautiful, Vibrant, and Colorfully Unique.
Poem by: Qbenja
Photo: Digital Design By Ralynn
My Velvety Friend
"God's permanent presence is all around us. All we have to do is open our eyes to see." -Qbenja
I met a friend today dressed in such a lovely brown and black array.
He didn’t have many words to say, but he conveyed his greeting in other ways.
With his wings spread wide and his impressive glide, he took to the air.
He repeated his ascent and descent, captivating and intriguing with his showmanship.
From the moment he took flight, he had my complete attention; what a magnificent creature!
I stood up and gave the performer a round of applause for his amazing show.
Then, I gestured for him to come close as I didn't want him to leave just yet.
He obliged and took a seat beside me on the bench armrest.
I asked him who dressed him so beautifully today, and he replied that it was the hand of God.
According to him, God designed him this way on one of his happy days;
I complimented his creator's artistic and genius abilities.
I then asked him about the eyes on his wings,
to which he explained that they were not eyes but just a creative addition, It's a God thing.
I couldn't help but laugh at the beautiful transformation of life that God brings.
He said to me, I wasn’t always such a beautiful thing but a transformation over time.
I will go as far as to say a rebirth. Rebirth I repeated, yes he said.
I wanted to laugh aloud but saw the seriousness in his stare and held back instead.
Before leaving, he encouraged me to trust the process of letting go and moving forward,
which he believed was God's plan. I thanked him and extended my hand.
As he took flight, I asked if we would meet again, and he said it was possible I'd drop in.
I laughed and waved goodbye to my newfound friend as I meditated on his words.
Life is always changing, and we must adapt and evolve each day,
embracing new experiences as it is God’s way of Perfecting us each day.
Poem by: Qbenja
Photo provided by_ EiE Expressions
“Silver Pebbles of Rain”
Silver pebbles of rain, fell from the vast blue sky in a synchronized dance,
perfectly in harmony with music from the heavenly choir,
singing cries of praise to the King of the Most High.
Silver Pebbles plunging to meet the earth’s floor,
a rush of emotions that cannot be ignored.
Tempers, we endure no more as understanding rushes in
like a wave surge from the ocean's floor.
The splendor of its touch, as it clings,
gives a sense of freedom as storm waters surging from rivers.
As God whispers His command, silver pebbles blend and mix
with the ocean’s sand and the ambiance aligns with His divine plan.
The grass, the flowers, and the weeds all flourish in the refreshing
breeze, while the fouls of the air sing in celebration as Mother Nature
delights in the nourishment it receives. Let all Living and Non-living
things sing praises to the Almighty King.
The enchanting east winds sweep through the atmosphere,
carrying the impurities humanity breathes. In exchange, we’re
rewarded with the innocence of heaven's sweet-scented breeze.
Silver pebbles of rain falling from the heavenly sky,
an instant reminder of the tears I cried. So with a smile I acknowledge
the significance of its meaning and accept the message to heart.
O' Silver Pebbles, we pay homage as we sing.
We welcome each drop of rain and the purity it brings.
Poem by: Qbenja