Yarn Mitten Tree

I saw this at First Reformed Church in Holland, MI Sunday evening. I took pictures and am using it as a visual for the poem I wrote.

This is some yarn
To add to the tree
A hat or a mitten
For people in need

Please pick a pattern
Or choose your own
Either way
It’s your choice you know 

Then bring them on in
To the basket below
We’ll make a mitten tree
In December to show

Kimberly Balles 2017

Blanket

cold and dreary day
take my misery away
pot on the stove
soup cannot be cold

longing for right now
a storybook somehow
nothing sad to read
something enlightening

and nothing is better than
reading with a soft blanket on
a cup of tea nearby
a sip or two at a time

and as the evening ends
the eyelids they will bend
yawns will soon ensue
reminding me it’s bedtime soon

in preparing for the night
the blanket feels just right
feeling as soft as sheep
while I drift into sleep

©Kimberly Balles 2017 All Rights Reserved.

via Daily Prompt: Blanket

Roots Go Deep

Roots go deep
Whether weeds or blooms
Reaching to heights
Beyond the blue

Of bright blue skies
And rainy days
Gray clouds are on
The horizon’s ways

And like the roots
Of each earth plant
Our souls cling to
God’s precious hand

For life it throws us
Curves and balls
Leaving us wounded
Rising from falls

But someday He will
Wipe each tear
And in heaven
We’ll have no fear

via Daily Prompt: Roots

Gray

Spring is here
Flowers are blooming
Buds on the trees
Leaves will be blowing

Gone is the gray
Of the past wintertime
For Spring has arrived
Leaving doldrums behind

Children will soon
Frolic and play
Bringing joy and delight
To their parents each day

Walkers and joggers
Take to the bike trails and streets
Bicycles and motorcycles
Go faster than feet

And with each passing day
The sun does descend
Bringing bedtimes and cuddles
For the next day ahead

©Kimberly Balles 2017 All Rights Reserved.

via Daily Prompt: Gray

Robin’s Nest

We have a robin’s nest right above our porch light by our back door. Each morning as she was building the nest, she was flying back and forth and could be seen with various items to create this nest. Mud was part of this and at one time there was a spot of mud on the window that is next to our door.

She zipped back and forth which was great entertainment for our indoor cat. I stepped outside once to look at the nest and she left. She flew to a telephone wire and sat there and chirped as if to say don’t disturb my nest. She is now finished with it as far as I can tell. I am sure eggs are either there now or will be soon. I am sure putting up with us leaving will be disruptive, but we don’t do it that often just to come and go when we are leaving the house.

I read moving the nest would mean she would abandon it. So we will keep it there. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to see the eggs as the top of the nest is very close to the over hang from the gutter. Yes, I tried. She wasn’t too happy. Now we have a poop spot on the window that I need to clean up. Ah, the joys of having visitors living outside your home.

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As an added zip. I saw a fox zipping buy along the sidewalk across the street. I did not have time to get a picture, but he sure was beautiful from what I saw. It’s an entertaining time at our household.

via Daily Prompt: Zip

Avid Reader

I used to be an avid reader even while walking home from the bus stop in high school, a book in my hands, while engrossed in the story. I loved reading absorbed in the plot and imagining each scene in my head. Each page inviting me to explore what would happen next.

I still do love the smell of a new book, fresh pages ready to be opened, turned, and read. The crisp sound of a page being turned and a bookmark to insert for the next time. Reaching the end of the book and knowing I had completed it feels satisfying to me.

I miss those days of reading while walking. The slowness of the pace and no need to rush to get home. It was simply the joy of reading.

Here is a brief poem I wrote about avid readers. Hope you enjoy!

Avid Readers

The smell it is inviting
Of a newly store bought book
And with every page they turn
Comes a fresh and crisp new look

Reading with a fervor
Of each new book that’s read
Pages are a turning
Bringing images to their heads

For readers they do read
Many books upon their shelves
Collecting these fresh stories
Brings joy to themselves

And if you pay attention
You certainly will find
That a reader although quiet
Has a tender heart inside

@Kimberly Balles 2017 All Rights Reserved

via Daily Prompt: Avid