Sunday Sonnet!

Then came the long awaited precious rain,
With thunderous applause midst lightning strikes,
Relentless hailstones causing joyous pain,
Fast thawing ice in torrents breaching dikes;
For weeks, nay months, thick clouds had come and gone,
Mean, tantalising omens came to naught,
As living, all, to drought’s embrace were drawn,
And each new dawn with dangers fresh were fraught;
Unshackled from restraints, to wit, unknown,
The weather gods their pent up passions vent,
Reducing one and all to moan and groan,
Until smidgens of energy are spent;
In aftermath, raw anger wasteland leaves,
Yet, faith new cloth of restoration weaves!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

If dark clouds herald much sought after rain,
Reflected in the barren, bone dry earth,
Not only shall relief be brought to pain
But latent life to dormant seed give birth;
For nigh two years only the dew of night
Enabled hapless fauna to survive,
But failed to waken flora to delight
Life’s downcast mood, with colour to revive;
How oft our expectations suffer such,
When promise fades within our pleading grasp;
None other can we do but at Hope clutch,
And Trust within our bosoms tightly clasp;
The voice of Mother Nature gently speaks:
Sweet Patience your attention humbly seeks!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

Surprised by Pleasure, theretofore not sensed,
A gen’rous gift from daughter and her spouse
Cannot by Muse, Poetic, be condensed
Appreciation, profound, to arouse;
The dulcet tones of ombra mai fu
Conveyed us into ambience of peace,
Attentive Care thenceforth would see us through,
Like infants mollycoddled in lamb’s fleece;
From board to bed, our bodies, minds and souls
Imbibed the elixir of healing rare;
Eternally contented heart extols
Experience in life, beyond compare;
Forever shall these mem’ries, like fine gold,
Occasion gems of Gratitude untold!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

A smiling stillness bathes the sunlit wood
Enhancing Autumn colours of the leaves,
As ramblers idly amble, feeling good,
Engaging flights of fancy none perceives;
Few bees, with butterflies, caress fair blooms,
Imbibing nectar, gathering fine spores
To place elsewhere, like dedicated grooms,
Transition oft accomplished without pause;
Attend, the charm of Nature to behold –
Let senses, all, the miracles embrace
And open souls be filled with joy untold,
Becoming of a gift of Divine Grace;
If wonder be the basis of all being,
Then ponder be the reason for all seeing!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

With gratitude my heart adorns this day,
Replete with benedictions from above,
Deserving of a priceless prayer bouquet,
For fourscore years of untold gracious love;
From birth His presence shielded me from harm,
Although it did not always seem that way,
When ‘Untoward’ assailed, causing alarm
Threat’ning o’er self and fam’ly to hold sway,
Through loyal kith and kin, His love prevailed,
Occasioning no Rubicon be crossed;
In Autumn years new person is unveiled,
To all with sensitivity embossed,
Let all the world in dulcet tones extol
The good God that today embrace my soul!

©Meanderings 2016