Raindrop Races..............

Raindrop races on window pane
Children waiting for sunny days again.
Noses pressed against the glass
"Who will win"? the children ask.
One drop races out ahead
just as mum says "Time for bed"
One more moment Joey said
"My raindrop just got way ahead".
Sister Sally on her way home
Is out there walking all alone.
Its raining hard and the wind does blow
Grandma says it will turn to snow.
The back door slams as Sally comes in
Joey's raindrop scores a win.

© Janice Kay Schaub ..... Sept 2014

Autumn Days, revised...............

Autumn leaves all Russet and gold  Winters breath blows in so cold.  Puffy clouds float in blue sky  Leaves of all colours pile up high.  sunny days are crisp and cool  replacing the heat beside the pool.  Walks in woodlands now become  A pleasure for most everyone.  Birds and beast all do prepare  for what comes very soon to their  woodland homes and places of rest.  The birds prepare their winters nest.  The black bear prepares her winters home  to sleep till Springtime can once more come.  Returns again and life renews  and the forests wear much different hews . life again will be fresh and young  springtimes here for everyone.  Not for awhile though first comes the Fall  Nature hears the distant call.  The birds begin to migrate soon  Drawn to leave before the icy moon.  Leaves of purple drift on down  to join their brothers on the ground. ©Janice K Schaub This is an older one you will see at the beginning of this blog, I just added a couple of lines to it.

Shadow Wolves..............

Shadow Wolves
The mist swirls through the forest and brings a primevil tug along my spine. Long ago wolves look out at me their spirits linger in the fog. Voices echo on the winds that move among the pine Shadows move and shimmer is that some ancient dog? Something from our long ago moves with stealth out in the mists Did I see a shadow and eyes with eerie glow? Stalking me from another time or is it my mind that twists I hurry home with coat pulled tight Up to my quivering chin. I feel the ancient need of flight I need to get within. I close the door and lean on it. I flip the switch that gives me light, I pull the drapes and then I sit No longer feeling that need of flight.  The window panes shudder with the strength of the fray I am so glad to be inside. I gather my fear and shake it away I do not need to hide. Tis just my imagination that keeps me in fear There is no ghostly dog I did not hear that distant clear sound of a howl in the fog.

©Janice Kay Schaub 2013 Sharing with Adorned from above

Mystic Horses......................

Mystic Horses
Mystic horses with rainbows run Her golden horn that shines in the sun. She hides from humans watchful eye, The very last refuse to die. They dwell in secret hidden glen Remnants of a time when, Eden was right here on earth. Eden now awaits  rebirth. Creatures with such beauty dwell In places mankind can not tell She hides her beauty from human sight She glides on stardust in the night. In secret glades among the trees She folds her wings and bends her knees. She sleeps on fragrant mossy bed The ferns will hide her sleepy head. When misty morning sun arise She once more takes off to the skys She drifts above the fluffy cloud Vapour surrounds her like a shroud. If you should catch her unaware You would have to stop and stare. You would have to believe it's a dream Creatures like her have never been seen Since that first perfect garden, from dust arose, That's gone forever, everyone knows. ........but that beautiful horse forever flys with magical mystery through the skys.
©Janice Kay Schaub  ......  May 2012
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Autumn Walks.......

Autumn Walks.
I see Autumn leaves all swirling down In shades of Olive,scarlet, amber and brown. I take deep breaths of cold crisp air And catch a stray leaf in tendrils of hair. I raise my face towards the sun It's weaker now that summer is done. My last eager walks in woodlands deep, Before all is done and put to sleep Under blankets of snow and freezing ice. Everything now is so precious and nice. The sky is so blue, so pristine and bright Soon it will be leaden and looking like night. I can't miss out on these heavenly days I need to soak up the last gentle rays.
©Janice Kay Schaub .... September 2014

Harvest.......

Painting by Camille Pissarro Harvest Rich fields of wheat bow down to the sun. Golden and ripe the harvest has begun. The drone of bees as they work, then drift on past. Soft and gentle breezes caress me as I dream in the grass. Clouds float on by and the heat seems to hum. Lazy hazy days with the hope of more to come. The poppies are brilliant in the corn fields, The Harvest mice gather whatever it yields. She builds her nest on stalks of wheat Always busy, her family's so sweet. They live there all summer and her family grows Along with rabbits, birds and the crows. They live among the fields of grain,  sheltered from the summer rain. See the moon with her golden glow Now is the time to reap not sow. Her moonlight illuminates the scene Of people gathered on the green. To get this harvest in the barns Help is needed on the farms. The sheaves all stacked now in neet rows Loose seeds will be gathered by the crows People soon will glean the fields, Taking every scrap that the land will yield. Seasons change and work is done As it always has in centuries gone. The harvest is in and we give God the praise For these wonderful blessings as we end harvest days. ©Janice Kay Schaub.... September 2014
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