301 Purple at Dusk

As the light fades from the sky

I find beauty still, nearby.

Color, God’s exclamation.

“Look here!”, He tells me.

And I stop, and still my soul

I know His glory, His affection.

Purple at Dusk

294 Soldier Butterfly

Wandering the neighborhood

This butterfly and I.

We came to the place

Where he delighted my eye.

And I stopped and I looked

To see him hover by.

This butterfly and I, we see eye to eye.

Soldier Butterfly

290 Tiny Beads

Water drops.

Small leaves in the garden on a lazy and misty day.

Silver globes reflecting the sky, quivering in the breeze, holding on.

Tiny Beads