
Wind whispers
With a chilly voice.
Daylight turns off her light
Earlier, as each evening fades
Away.
Calendar creeps forward to the
Predetermined time
Autumn’s debut
Will come.
Butterfly Cinquain
(Trying to enjoy each summer day while it lasts!)

Wind whispers
With a chilly voice.
Daylight turns off her light
Earlier, as each evening fades
Away.
Calendar creeps forward to the
Predetermined time
Autumn’s debut
Will come.
Butterfly Cinquain
(Trying to enjoy each summer day while it lasts!)
Hearing sweet music,
The whispering wind incites
The ladies in green
To sway to and fro in harmony.
Nature’s graceful dance.
Tanka
I wonder and worry,
But God speaks in many ways.
He often whispers when
I find a penny or dime:
“I will provide for your needs”
Tanka
Leona J. Atkinson 09-17-13
Based on Philippians 4:19 scripture