Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I step inside a springtime room; the pink azaleas are in full bloom. I wander in at summer's gate; red roses climb a sun-lit arbor. Across the field, orange pumpkins beckon; this autumnal world is full of wonder. The winter room shimmers beneath the moon; the garden sleeps, in snowy grace. Music fills the rooms,
The leaves, they fall so effortlessly, these first harbingers of autumn. It seems too soon, but then, it is always that way: the green, green of summer, and the yellow leaves that make their debut, floating on the August breeze. I watch the leaves fall to the ground... It is mesmerizing to watch them descend,
Dreaming, drifting, soft wind rising, in these sea-salt days. Billowing clouds gather in a powder blue world set apart. The sea spills gems generously upon the shore, always gifting those seeking treasures. Broken shells, sea glass, and polished stones glitter like tiny stars beneath our feet. We stroll the beach, and the ocean roars; the
I came upon the bluest sky in the midst of a summer day. A sea of calm washed over me, and waves of worry ebbed away. My heart remembered childhood days, when puffs of clouds were sailing ships, or fairy tale castles, piled high. The deep blue sky was a summer friend who called my
The ground is covered in rose petals. So much pink, after the rain. I think of pink champagne, and the days of my youth. I think of the pink at dawn when a new day unfolds. The petals are soft, kissed by a thousand raindrops. I think of all those kisses, set free in the
The world is a busy place, but it is tranquil on the porch. There are the sounds of birds who often come to visit... Sometimes, only one or two, and sometimes, many more. They perch upon the chairs and railings, and are rarely still for long. These winged creatures flutter about, here, there, and everywhere...
I awoke one morning before the dawn, wide awake, and thinking about so many things at once. Before long, I had a litany of cares to bring before God. And, all before sunrise! I love the early morning time before the whole world awakes. It is a time of prayer and settling the order of
I awake again to a cloudy day. The soggy earth is flooded with puddles pewter bowls set out for company! It is a fresh-washed day full of silver linings, like the silvery dawn. It is as if a pleasant fog drifted upon the sea all the clouds gathered together, friends from faraway places, setting out
I came upon a winter garden, and I found an enchanted place. The Holly bushes were such a sight with their red berries burning bright. The squirrels, they scampered with delight, their bushy tails, so thick with fur. It made me laugh to watch them; they put on such a show. The birds, they flew
There isn't any snow yet, but if snowflakes were to fall could they all be wishes, drifting, floating, swirling, like heavenly dreams come true? Could a New Year begin, a place to make fresh tracks in the snow, a song within our hearts gently stirring? Can we start a love story, with prayers ever on