A poem for those colorless days when the world looks like a black and white photograph.
The world is etched in black-and-white a charcoal painting, an old-time movie of simpler days The streets are empty, the houses asleep The trees watch in silence as time passes by unmarked by clocks and schedules Time is released from her boundaries free to roam untethered on this black and white day where winter has come to play
What can we become, day after day? This is what happened to me when I developed a daily walking habit.
Day after day I've become the warm sun I've become the blue sky I've learned how to fly
A poem for when you need to slow down and breathe.
This Magnificent Wild it's not far not far at all look up follow the pines the scent is on the wind one more step, my friend over the threshold and into the wild flowers of gold carefree as a child there is more to life than hustle and rush listen to the wind hear the sacred hush feel your own presence gentle and mild embrace the pace of this magnificent wild
Ah, yes, autumn in Acadiana. I love the beauty of nature, especially during the change of seasons in my home state of Louisiana.
Ancient oaks and shady pecan groves produce falling treasures of acorns and pecans.
Childhood memories abound, spirits soar, and hope is harvested like cotton.
Welcome to the season of Fall in the heart of Acadiana!
Leaves are not the only things that Fall in Acadiana temperatures fall in the nighttime humidity levels fall in the daytime our weather see-saws up and down skies are clear, then rain falls hot to cool, and maybe a few hours of cold if we are lucky acorns and pecans grace the ground crops fall at harvest corn and sugar cane soybeans and sweet potatoes darkness falls early footsteps fall softly feathers fall from the sky as flocks pass through on their southerly exodus time falls swiftly swirling us across the calendar falling into winter falling toward the end of another year and we fall to our knees as the world falls apart see-sawing again from sorrow to joy working to repair what we can seeking beauty and love remembering the fallen honoring the circle of life always believing it is falling into place always receiving a covering of grace
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