Four Lines for this October Day

Furious gusts of wayward wind
strip branches bare of late season leaves,
punctuating the sky with explosions of color
and silent, sweeping stars.

Playing with Words and Poetry

Glory be to God
for susurrous* memory,
the quiet whispers of bonny
beach walks sailing over azure skies
born of a windy world.
Efflorescence hurls worlds
of wondrous words, a witness born of 
plentiful peace, sprung from 
a place of singing.
Worshipful worlds of Spirit peace,
sprung from a place of singing.
Praise Him.
This past weekend my gifted friend Kimberlee and I co-facilitated a writer's retreat for women of faith. One of our gathering times was playing with words--LOTS of words--and paying attention to alliteration and sound in the style of Gerard Manley Hopkins. 
Kimberlee brought thousands of words to choose from as we wrote.
This little poem is styled after Hopkins' "Pied Beauty."

*full of whispering sounds