Whispering moments of long ago
Flowing gently through my mind,
The quietness of drifting white snow
Happy years that were left behind.

The snow slowly turned to water
Unnoticed throughout the years,
We never seemed to really bother
To face our unending fears.

Our dreams are nothing but slivers
And the snow will drift no more,
The waters are swift flowing rivers
And the future I alone must explore.

Oh how beautiful the morning glories are
As they greet the spring-drenched days,
Their bright blue petals hungrily reach for the warmth
Of the comforting sunlight rays.

The coolness of the evening mist
Will never see the beauty of the flower,
The petals tenderly close their eyes
And sleep until the waking hour.

Our weather has been even crazier than it usually is here in Texas.
Thought I would share this poem I wrote sometime back.

Stormy Texas skies
Displaying shades of gray,
Unpredictable weather
Has become the Texas way.
Web-like streaks of lightning
Cascading across, then down,
Touching indiscriminately
Upon the Texas ground.
A rustling tune is inspired by
Blowing winds through thirsty trees,
Texans enjoying the coolness
Of a visiting Texas breeze.
Leaves gracefully dance along
Narrow rocky country lanes,
Dust-covered pickup trucks welcome
Droplets hitting the window panes.
From moment to moment
You never quite know,
The sun could be shining
Interspersed with flakes of snow.
Texans never try to guess
What the weather will bring their way,
December sometimes feels
Like the month of May.
It can be a bit confusing
To non-Texas folk,
They just need to remember
They should never quickly revolt.
They just have to wait a minute
As they travel across the range,
Soon they will experience
The no-nonsense Texas weather change!

My oldest sister passed away last year after a valiant fight with cancer. I had given her one of my cards with a photo I had taken of a rainbow and country road with The Rainbow Road printed inside. She loved the poem so much, she had asked her husband to make sure it was read at her funeral. I was fortunate enough to be able to visit with her two weeks before her death. She lived in Utah, so I was unable to go back for her funeral, but I felt a little piece of me was by her side when my poem was read.

God Blessed me with a rainbow road
An encouraging sight to lift my load,
Sharing a special place in a stormy sky
A gentle reminder as life goes by.
It made me smile, it brought a peace
Within my heart, a stress release,
The colorful Texas rainbow has a magical way
Helping me face challenges created everyday.
Responding to the invitation presented by the road
I slowly walked toward the colors so bold,
A whisper of a breeze caressed my face
As if God said, "You have run a good race.
You've made many choices, some good, some bad
Yet your continuing faith has made Me glad,
It's not quite your time to come My way
So make the most of your earthly stay."
So I turned around, giving a backwards glance
Oh how glorious a rainbow road can enhance,
The quality of one's existence from the very start
Living life to the fullest with a thankful heart.

Sleepy little Texas hollows
Vibrant fall-attired valleys below,
Gently rolling grasslands
Majestic mountains capped with snow.
Barbed wire fences adorned with cactus
Fields boasting of Texas wildflowers,
Sounds of windmills hard at work nearby
Spring storms generate cooling showers.
The distinctive calls of Texas longhorns
Drift upon a stream of hot summer air,
Mingling with the friendly, "Howdies!"
Shared among strangers at the county fair.
From intricate roadways in bustling Texas cities
To the narrow, rocky country lanes,
From the cities' daily traffic jams
To horses displaying their wind-swept manes.
No matter where or when you travel
Within the boundaries of Texas pride,
There will always be an adventure awaiting
An experience that will endure deep inside.