November 2020

Watching the falling leaves out my window stirred  a few sweet memories of our children playing in leaves that I wanted to capture in poetry. 

                             Autumn leaves 

 

                          

I watch the autumn leaves lazily falling one by one

Floating to the ground in the light of the golden Sun.

They sway, they dance, they land upon the ground

Ever so gently never making the slightest sound.

 Yet when  I walk upon them and crunch them beneath my feet

They crackle and move and cause  me to feel so sweet

As memories of autumns now past rush thorough my mind,

Of Children jumping into raked piles and then so hard to find.

Their cheeks are filled with joy and redness of the chilly air

But they jump and swirl and hide without the slightest care.

These autumn leaves and children remind me that time passes quickly by

And soon it is winter where we are old and the leaves have all gone dry.

So, dance and swirl and play without a care falling into a heap.

For the winter winds soon will blow and the snow will be so deep

Covering any leaves that may have escaped the rake and left behind

But never forgetting their lovely descent and the joys of childish minds. 

 

November 5, 2020

My sweet husband Gentz who will be celebrating his 65th birthday in two days loves to serve others....he is a blessing to his family and to many others. One Sunday as I was traveling to Pittsfield for church (Gentz had gone earlier for an early morning meeting) I thought about this dear man of mine who had changed his clothes a few times in the day before because that day required it as he served and blessed others. This is the poem that came from those thoughts.

Gentz’s Clothes

Was it Shakespeare who talked about clothes in that line

That said the clothes make the man be they ever so fine?

I am not sure with this poet I can wholeheartedly agree

For Gentz’s  clothes are worn to reach out to those in need.

Work clothes soon dirty are donned to help someone move

And then t shirts put on to bake rolls that show them love.

His blue suit on Sundays is worn at church to preside

And usually stays on longer to give people a ride. 

He walks through the door and people know it is divine.

This love of his that is rare but in him not hard to find. 

When he walks calmly and purposefully through the door

That person knows in her heart, she is alone no more.

He so easily will  change his plans and his thoughts,

Quickly his clothes when someone is distraught. 

He will give this love of his to whomever might ask.

Having to change his shirt is not a huge task. 

As his pants quickly move  so does he with a nice flow

Lighting everything around him with a beautiful soft glow. 

No matter the garb, the face and heart remain the same

And the light that he brings with him ever will remain. 

So, no I can’t believe that clothes make the man

For he is the one that decides how to lend a hand.

He is willing, he is worthy and ever so kind.

Gentz with his service wardrobe I’m so grateful is mine.