“Waiting for Snow”
The old crescent moon
shrinks, hiding among branches
stripped by winter’s winds.
Tag Archives: November
The Birthday Card
one more card to say
that mere words cannot express
the depths of his love
And to think that at one time I was convinced that marriage was not for me. Mine is the most wonderful husband in the world. Yes, really!
Thanksgiving
Ever changing, the faces
and the names of people
at the dinner table on
Thanksgiving Day.
New husbands, wives, and children,
and their own families of the heart,
find their way into the folds
of Great-grandma’s quilts
into our lives and homes.
Large quilts, warm
and welcoming…
Always room for more.
Curiosity
Curious about
modern technology, Sam
seeks out a mentor
Hideaway
"Hideaway"
Up before the sun
and safely tucked away from
weekend’s hated chores.
Morning Dew
dewdrops, clinging tight
to leaves and fragrant flowers,
focus morning’s light
Sometimes
“Sometimes”
by
Liz Bennefeld
Sometimes, in the middle of life’s joys,
more than in sorrow,
a desperate yearning for a home I’ve never seen
sweeps over me, and the pain of being here,
not there, consumes me—a living fire.
Longing, waiting, seeing once again
where I have never been,
yet know so well.
And yet, so much of heaven is in this life,
the people that I know, the trees along the lane…
sunrise and starlight and moonlit paths that lead me
someday
from life to death to life,
back home, again.
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A poem for Tuesday, 2009.11.17.
Harvest
Like life, the windfall
apples lie, half hidden, now,
waiting for rebirth
Sunday’s poem
Line of Demarcation
(Haiku)
autumn’s slow shadow,
a line of demarcation . . .
morning’s frost or dew
liz bennefeld, 2009.11.15
Poem for Friday, November 13
"Bad Luck Friday"
murmurs just beyond my hearing
shadows wavering at the edges of my sight
dirt beneath my feet…becoming softer
with each step I take?