The Sun Will Return

(c) by Mary Nida Smith

WIND OF CHANGE
©By Mary Nida Smith

I live the life

of constant motion
like the wind
changing directions
never sustaining
one emotional direction.

I listen
to the directional
mood of the wind.

I stay calm
allowing God
who created me
to blow me calmly
in the right direction.

I listen
I watch
I stay happy
For I will move
when the wind
blows me

where
I have never been

Winter Poem      

BEYOND MY WINDOW

By Mary Nida Smith

Before dawn magic
took wings
beyond my window.
When I looked out
into my garden
I saw the tree branches
dressed in bridal wear
under a canopy of blue.
Branches reached outward
displaying garments
of white crystal beads.
The bright sun rushes in
with a guest named Breeze.
Suddenly the white crystals
turn into sparkling diamonds,
floating slowly to the ground,
covering guest foot prints
like ghostly vapors
disappear from camera’s view.

SUNRISE

The sunrises on the upcoming new year
above The Woodland Garden,
like bright Spring flowers
announcing an exciting year ahead.
Be thankful for the small joys,
sing their praises each day.
For they are the stepping stones
into a happy world
of what is to come.
Photo - Verse  (c) by Mary Nida Smith