Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Category: Haiku/Poetry

late afternoon sun

late afternoon sun

creates illusion of warmth

vanishes from sky

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Jilted!

Distracted by joy Read the rest of this entry »

Lord, make my heart pure . . .

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Gannet Flying Overhead
Photo credit: Cliff’s View Blog

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“Refining”

Lord, make my heart

Pure as the gannet’s wing, Read the rest of this entry »

bright morning moon

bright morning moon

peers through gleaming oak

at rising sun

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through binoculars

shadowed face of the moon

radiates white fire

blinks

oak trunk, branches and twigs

glow burnt orange

for seconds

gone

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 January 2015

relentless cold

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relentless cold

bitter north wind blast

plump feather coat

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solitary dove

sits motionless Read the rest of this entry »

screech owl call

Eastern Screech Owl Flying Through Trees

screech owl call

trembles in night air

chills my spine

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 January 2015
Photo credit:  http://www.corbisimages.com,
Image by © Joe McDonald/Corbis
August 1993, Pennsylvania, USA

 

brilliant cardinal

brilliant cardinal

bare brown laurel branches

breathless winter morn

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perched alone Read the rest of this entry »

soggy leaves

soggy leaves tremble

twist in breeze cling to damp twigs

reluctant to drop

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It’s a rainy, foggy day

A good day for taking a little nap

Reading and writing

Watching  backyard birds

raid the suet feeders

Listening to the drip drip of drizzle

outside my window

Enjoying another day of rest

and recuperation

Unwilling to give up now

I’m a persistent woman,

reluctant to drop!

Wishing the same for you.

Elouise

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 January 2015

day breaks

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day breaks sun rises

offers light energy

hearkens toward sundown Read the rest of this entry »

Go, my beloved children . . . .

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”  (Matthew 5:4 NIV)

George MacDonald’s December sonnets echo preoccupation with weariness, death, and his longing to be reunited with God and with his children.  George and Louisa MacDonald had 11 children, four of whom preceded them in death. Read the rest of this entry »

Listening

Is it any wonder children loved Amy Carmichael?  This past week I’ve sometimes wished for an Amy to make a happy appearance in my life.  Instead, I found this lighthearted yet fully realistic take on life when things aren’t quite the way we’d like them to be.  So now I’m listening for bubbles! Read the rest of this entry »