Whispers of the dawn
proclaim its arrival
Softness caresses the horizon
with pastel hues.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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DAWN – Awaken the Senses
Dawn illuminates the sky
caressing the trees
Songs of the birds fill my ears
and slumber from my eyes
The crispness in the air
awakens the senses.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
Me and My Writing….
I don’t care what people say
It’s time to look the other way.
If I want to write – I will
with or without a copyright.
Poems, fiction and mysteries,
for children and adults.
Whatever takes my fancy – oh yeah…
It’s what I like to do.
My grammar may not be perfect
and rhyme is not my forte
But whatever I write –
I write with all my heart.
Grandchildren love my nonsense,
Friends enjoy a jingle.
I only write for them and those
Who enjoy my writing most.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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Rhythm of the Dawn
Rhythm of the rain gently declares its message,
Its gentleness soothes my soul;
Silent birds make known the impending cooler day—
I snuggle deep beneath the covers.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
Evening Sky
colours of the evening sky
reveal the setting sun—
aromas of the sleepy garden
refresh my musty senses.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
Archived in
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Close of Day
silence captures a moment in time—
an owl sounds the close of day,
a hush falls over the darkening sky
and the world closes its eyes to sleep.
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© Chrissy Siggee
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
Archived in
Poetry Mix by Chrissy at Riverside Peace
Why?
Why?
Why is life like the ebbing tide?
The ebb of tides is never-ending…
Devastation can come in one huge wave
Or glide you gently into the shore.
Why is life like the shining sun?
Its radiance never ceases to glow…
Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze
Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.
Why is life like the lilies of the field?
They stand so tall in their Sunday best…
Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend
Or makes them dance in a summers breeze.
Why is life like a shooting star?
Sometimes you see it, sometimes not…
Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky
Or gone in an instant, to be no more.
© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
