Author and Designer

Oh the beauty of the valley,
Swept with the new day’s mist—
Timeless splendour through rolling hills
Capture the essence of creation.

Mountains rise above the plains,
Casting shadows like a caressing hug—
Calmness enfolds the perilous terrains
Mirror the heart of their designer.

Distant thunder announces the rain,
Freshness rises to the clouds—
Soundless rhythm of the breeze
Captivate the plan of each formation.

I can almost hear the angels sing,
Hundreds praise the name of the Lord—
An endless chorus fills the air
Praise to God, the founding author.

© Chrissy Siggee

From my book   Glimpses of His Glory    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Absorbed in Wonder

Raindrops trickle from velvet soft roses by the gate—
Ladybugs struggle to keep a grip on moistened leaves
butterflies flutter their feather-light wings
and mottled stalks assent to the rising breeze.

Beyond the path that leads to the meadow—
Sparrows take flight from their nesting trees
creating rain-soaked leaves to glisten like shattered mirrors
and sunrays capture the essence of the after rain.

Honeysuckle saturates the air with its perfume—
Mingling with the simple freshness of dampened earth,
that fills the air with splendour and His goodness
and penetrates the senses with pure simplicity.

Robins sing their chorus to the retreating storm—
Fleeting clouds drift across the distant sky,
while trailing shadows chase the thinning haze
and disappear into carefree sunbeams along the rise.

Unfurling colours spread as ribbons above the trees—
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet
etching an archway across the clearing heavens
and embracing the distant hills with the perfect kiss.

I close my eyes to soak up the enchanting beauty—
Tranquil moments fill my thirsty soul,
a blessed peace flows through my inner being
and imprints the perfect scene within my mind.

© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book:   Glimpses of His Glory

Pretty Bird

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Poetry and Photography by Chrissy at Riverside Peace

 

We often see victimisation and bullying in nature and birds are no exceptions. Across from our house is an open green area with a scattering of trees. A neighbour has donated a birdbath for the birds to enjoy and many residents will encourage the birds to hang around by feeding them. Usually the same variety of birds will gather together at various times during the day. Sometimes stragglers are left from a previous flock and fighting will breakout with screeches and squawks. Sometimes it’s the same breed who fight among themselves but this pretty bird flew in alone. By the time I set up my camera he had had a drink and was moving quite awkwardly up the branch of a jacaranda tree. That’s when I noticed how battered he looked and where there should have been brilliantly blue feathers on his head and chest were quite black and ruffled ones. He may be just old but most likely he’s an escaped caged bird and has been in a fight with native birds who didn’t appreciate his arrival.