We conversed for a while
my new neighbor and I
on subjects such as Avon
cooking, sewing, and God.
She asked for my opinion
and told me, "Thanks a million."
I asked for her advice
on things she'd learned from life.
Each of us spoke for quite a bit
and in turn, listened with intent.
After we said our goodbyes
I realized without surprise
that I'd learned from her, you see
just as she had learned from me.
Mystery of the Wind
What is wind?
Where does it come from
and where does it go when it leaves?
We feel it, but
we cannot see, smell, or taste it ...
Nor hold it.
Is it drifting, whirling
or perhaps flying?
Sometimes the wind roars ...
Other times we only hear a whisper.
Does it ever lose its voice?
How does it know when to blow with heavy force
or when light puffs are breeze enough?
Does it ever rest
or is it blowing somewhere else?
We need not know every mystery the wind holds.
The One who created the universe
is still in control.
God is enough for us to know.
Time for a Poem
The weekend weather forecast was grim
Freezing temperatures
Snow and ice
Hazardous driving
Possible power outages
A time for staying indoors
My mind raced ahead planning options
Stock pantry
Insure warmth
Tackle household chores
Catch up on reading and writing
On Saturday
Picturesque falling snow was a breathless sight
Nightfall brought freezing rain
Sunday the warm sun beamed brightly
Melting ice and clearing roadways
God had weakened the wrath of the storm
Not enough time for planned inside activities
Oh ...
I did write this poem
Elizabeth Arney is a member of the Morganton Writer's Group.
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