Posted in Choka

Summertime Saturdays

Freshly cut grass lawn

Sound of a lawnmower

The smell of freshly cut grass

Childhood memories

Of summertime mornings

And Saturday chores

Mom cleaning the whole house

Dad working in the yard

Me trying in vain to sleep in

Cus my sheets gotta be washed

Choka

Thursday is usually the day the landscapers cut the grass here in the complex where I live. Since today was a warm sunny day ( in the 70’s) I was outside tending to my plants and experienced that smell of freshly cut grass, which I love, and it also brought back some childhood memories of summertime Saturdays. 😊

Posted in Cinquain, Scripture

Sounds of the Wind

Wind chimes

Windchimes

Without the wind

Are hanging around

And not fulfilling their creator’s

Purpose

Cinquain

My daughter bought me this beautiful wind chime today as a Mother’s Day gift. I love the look of it as it hangs on my patio, yet it’s real beauty is revealed in the wind as it moves and creates the tinkling sounds it was created to do.

So we, believers, will fulfill the purpose God created us for as we move in the wind of the Holy Spirit.

“The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

John 3:8

I glorified You on the earth, having accomplished the work which You have given Me to do. John 17:4

Posted in Butterfly Cinquain

Someday Soon

Field of blooming hyacinth, sunshine

Dreaming

Of someday

Of brighter tomorrows

In rooms smelling of hyacinths

Surrounded

By sounds

Of angelic host singing sweetly

Around heaven’s great throne

Filled with light

From Him

Butterfly Cinquain

Posted in Choka

Spring in the Garden

Bird on a garden bench in Spring

On the garden bench

Listening for Sounds of Spring

The bumble of a bee

Mixed with robins chirring

Footfall on the path

The rustle of a brown squirrel

A dove’s wings flutter

Followed by dog barking

Sounds of life surround me

Choka

Posted in Haiku

Sounds

Songbird, Western Meadowlark singing, original art created by Leona J Atkinson 2020
“Oregon’s Songbird” Western Meadowlark, Oregon’s state bird, art created by Leona J. Atkinson 2020

Some sounds delight

Some sounds are soothing

Birdsong awakens

Haiku

I was thinking about sounds this evening and how they affect our lives. Some annoy, interrupt, cause alarm or tears.

Others sooth, delight, cheer or bring laughter.

I wonder how many of us are conscious of the sounds we emit each day and how they might affect others around us.

Something to think about…

Posted in Haiku

Spring Sights, Sounds and Smells

Yellow Daffodil

Green shoots popping up,

Patches of yellow abound,

Spring has come again!

Haiku

I felt like Chicken Little today as everywhere I went I kept saying “ Spring is here! Spring is here!”

It may not say Spring yet on the calendar but it was very present all around my area today.

I was seeing patches of yellow daffodils in my neighbors yards and green shoots of more to come soon, hearing birds singing and lawnmowers humming, smelling fresh cut grass and enjoying the bright sunshine! What a delightful change from the damp, dark, cold days of winter!

Yes, Spring weather is here and I am enjoying every moment of it!

Posted in Scripture, Tanka

Swift To Listen

“Listening Ear” Art by ©️LeonasDesigns 2020
“Listening Ear” Art by ©️LeonasDesigns 2020

Floating in the air

So many sounds surrounding

The Listening Ears

Swiftly capture each word

To bring them into the heart

Tanka

We have been created with two ears and one mouth, therefore,

“…be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:” James 1:19 KJV

Posted in Double Butterfly Cinquain, September 2019

Simultaneous Sights and Sounds

Sunset

Last night

The sun painted

The western sky orange red,

While fingers plucked harp strings

Inside.

Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,

Drowning out the darkness

Of reality

Outside.

A home

Just blocks away,

While my ears heard sweet words,

Others were being torn apart

Inside,

As the blackness of a cold heart,

Unleased its bitterness,

Drowning a soul

In tears.

Double Butterfly Cinquain