Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 21

Winter’s Embrace – #Winter #Haiku

Snow-laden branches

Winter’s Amorous Embrace

Blue Shimmer Singing

 

~Morgan~

Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~

 

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Winter Light – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Winter Light Glistens

Shadows scatter in the Glow

Sparkles foster Smiles

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Reposted – Day 64 / 365

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

Speak Gentle Softness- #Winter #Haiku

 

Speak Gentle Softness

Tranquility on the Air

Serenade of Calm

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Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~

 

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Guidance- #Poetry of #Faith and #Spirituality

I Hear You whisper,
I Know You’re there,
Helping me Carry
Each Burden, Each Care.
Shielding me with
Your Wings of Love,
Helping me face Challenges,
To Rise Above
All the confusion,
All the frustration,
Protecting me
From enviable Temptation.
Guiding my Footsteps
Down the Path Chosen for me,
Preparing me Fully
For my Destiny.

 

 

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Image found at: wallpapersad.com

The Life Replete

This Turning world can spin so fast,
Casting our Memory to the Past,
As we Seek the Future of Gold,
Never Listening to what we are Told,
Rushing forward with Momentum Wild,
Like a Toddling little Child,
Tumbling when our Choices are Poor,
Grasping and yearning ever for More,
Our Vision set on a Life Replete,
Missing the Roses Laid at our feet.

 

 

~Morgan~

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Image found at: bryanreinero.com

Twas the Night Before Christmas….

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

 

Happiest Holiday Wishes

~Morgan~.Art by ~Morgan found at https://www.deviantart.com/artbymorgancmorganPoem By Clement Clarke Moore

Holiday Cheer from Me to You

Especially for the holiday season, I’m working on creating a series of beautiful Victorian Interiors depicting the heartwarming poem ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’ by Clement Clark Moore.I will be releasing each image individually over the coming weeks, and then as a video set (LOL IF I can figure out how to do that!!)This image is preview of the ones I’m currently working on….Hope you will enjoy the season with me.Happiest Holiday Wishes ~Morgan~.Art by ~Morgan found at https://www.deviantart.com/artbymorgancmorgan

Spun Amber and Gold

Chartreuse shades, Spun in Amber and Gold,
Settle o’er the Hushed glen and Tranquil ‘wold,
Speaking in tones of Russet and Red,
Echoing secrets Adonis once Said.

Sparkles of Frost Kiss the September Air,
Flourishing Silver without a Farthing to Spare,
Daylight Dancing askance the fields,
Lingering Warmth that Caresses and Shields.

October is Waiting with rosy cheeked Fare,
Scarecrows and lanterns, ready to scare;
November is Focusing its Glassy Gaze,
Conspiring with Winter under a Leaden Haze.

Yet, now, ‘neath the Smile of Autumnal Delight,
Think not of Regrets; Feel not Contrite;
Leave such Diligence for Lengthier Days!
‘Tis time to sip cider while the Fiddler Plays.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Charles White found at: world-wide-art.com

The Little Things

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Its All the Little Things

That Make Life an Absolute Beauty.

~Morgan~

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Breathtaking Photograph by: Autumn-mountain-foliage_-_Virginia_-_ForestWander

Indian Summer

Indian Summer
Ahhhh!!!

Yes, as much as I do not care for Summer and Summer does not care for me, I love Indian Summer. I agree that might sound like an oxymoron or, at the very least, sound rather peculiar, but when you consider the source of the statement…. (be kind, now!)

Oddly enough, as much as the sun and I do not get along, at this time of the year we are on comparatively friendly terms and it’s refreshing to go outside and enjoy the UN-humid air and the lush scents of leaves and late summer flowers. When the sun slants and the breeze billows to softly tousle your hair, contentment sits smiling on your shoulder. (Ok, so I can’t help being poetic, even when I’m trying not to be poetic…my apologies)

Remember Fall when you were a child? The heaps of fragrant leaves all raked together just so you could run for all you were worth and hurl yourself with wild abandon into their feathery midst? (Come on, you remember; I know you did that too!) Remember the joy, the giggles, and the jubilant expectation that thrilled through you while you watched the pile being re-accumulated just for you? (or for your sibling/friend, but honestly, they don’t count here, do they? No, didn’t think so)

This reminds me of the Peanuts cartoon where Linus takes a flying leap into the pile of leaves that Charlie Brown has just finished raking together, only to emerge with a face full of foliage and a lollipop covered in leaves. Thank you Linus for teaching us the invaluable lesson that we should never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker!

Indian Summer also brings to mind late season picnics, the last of the corn on the cob and, perhaps, the last of the hamburgers &/or hot dogs cooked on the grill as well. Oh those perfectly temperate days, cool evenings; that golden sunshine (rather than the blistering glare of July), and even the ubiquitous spider webs (that invariably give me the willies, because where there’s a web…)

In our area of Pennsylvania the fields of corn and soy beans come down (cattle fodder, generally) and countless raptors wheel overhead, soaring on the bounteous breeze that follows the Appalachians, moving from North to South in their yearly migrations. The gardens get cleaned up and cleared out; the squirrels start gathering their nests high in the yawning boughs of trees, and the last of the summer crickets trill and chatter the day long. It’s the loveliest time of year, really. Apple Cider entices, Caramel Apples beg attention (and generally receive it!), and Buttercream Pumpkins (a personal favourite), for a short time, fill the sweets dish.

Indian Summer in all its glamour makes me ever covetous of luminous sunbeams and the crunch of crimson and bronze leaves; fills my memory with jack o lanterns and Halloween costumes; entices me to pause, breathe deep (hopefully without sneezing!) (sorry, broke the spell, there) and enjoy the warm shimmer sensually enveloping those few brief days of Autumn.

Ahhhhhhh!!!
Indian Summer.

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Beautiful Photography by: cynthiafleury.photoshelter.com others found on Pinterest.  Credit Acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographers. Thank You.