When the Spring comes,
God, you help me grow.
The word you planted in me
shows brightly in all its colors.
When the Summer comes,
you cool my feet
in your river of life.
You give me rest
under a canopy of trees.
When the Fall comes,
you nourish me
with your bounty of blessings.
You make me strong and whole.
When the Winter comes,
your house shields me
from the storm.
And your love
keeps me warm
You have prepared Lord,
for all our needs,
no matter the challenge,
so that we may weather…
© Joel Tipple 11/28/2018
By the calendar’s view it’s been Fall for a while
but a blast of cold waited until yesterday
to wipe Summers smile
from my face.
The fog wafted in with a deathly Halloween grin
and a dastardly evil pumpkin nipped my ankle
as I, fairly dripping with the the nonchalance of the innocent,
opened wide my front door.
Summer, you gave us a basket-full of warm days,
so many, the months burst apart at the seams with them.
I thought at the time I would save some
to keep me warm when the cold nights came.
Summer, I appreciated you when you were here.
Did you hear me tell my friends how much?
I won’t ask you to keep in touch.
Just please, don’t be a stranger.
© Joel Tipple
With just a suggestion
of winter to come,
the yearly dance of dark and light
called autumn has begun.
While we prepare to enjoy the dance,
sipping some tart warm cider,
with as much anticipation as need
we carefully light the first fires.
Orange and black and candy for sacks,
celebrations of bounty,
hours of daylight
to save their might,
begin to turn in early.
Autumn is excited for the holidays to begin
but for now
she is content,
for anticipation is made all the sweeter
when time arrives as its hour is meant.
© Joel Tipple
Winter is chill
and you can catch your death
Spring can bounce you in directions
Summer’s so hot, it isn’t funny
But mess with Autumn, and you’re in
for a Fall.