The trees are just so golden right now. My eyes have been spending much time with this particular one outside my window. Since Wednesday its color has changed quite a bit; it has a much deeper color today. This is a picture from Wednesday.
That golden color brought about a haiku:
That Rumpelstiltskin
Seems to be at work again
Turning leaves to gold.
Another joy can be found right outside my window, too. Last week at our Halloween party, I won a prize during a game - "geometric chime" - it said on the box. I showed it to another sister who likes chimes. Outside our window it now lives along with suet for the birds. Of course, when I went to take a picture, all the birds scattered, but the current "double feature" on the shepherd's hook brings me joy. Now that I am back inside there are about a dozen birds hanging out.
The other morning it had been raining. When it stopped, this poem came.
The bird outside my window
Bellows a sound more jarring
than usual.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Oh, nothing," he replies.
"I just want to make sure
everyone can hear me say
that the rain has stopped."
Praise God for life's small joys, which seem so big at times.
Let us walk in the holy presence.
