Steeples and Spires in Autumn

Steeples and Spires in Autumn 

The steeple reaches high 
From a distance, I see colors of autumn leaves surrounding
The spire pierces the blue, pushing, pushing, the clouds and gray away
Tall , vertical , looking up 

A landmark, though bell tower is now silent from the years, from the early years
A notice still goes forth
At its highest point 
a lookout

Seen clearly from the mountains and the valleys as well
As lives continue to go
Perhaps the spire has lost its significance to many
Still we can't, but notice

Hope 
that all may not be lost
As One 
and many gave way

Steeples and Spires in Autumn 
Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta 

About this poem: Steeples and Spires in Autumn is a poem about looking up in times we need to breathe! Autumn colors 🍁 are so magnificent! The steeples seen from a distance signal a way forward, from the valley or the mountains, and leads us to bedrock faith and hope. Cheers to hope in the middle -

of today, to the design, the shaping, and the seasons. -Joe Holuta

Last bit of sunshine

Last bit of sunshine 

I catch the last bit of sunshine on a mid-October day 

Vivid autumn leaf colors 

on a blue sky day 

are still present in my mind 

though the sun has set, and air is cool 

The leaves' shades refuse to fade

Picture boxes, sorted photographs, filled with what seems like

 a different life,

line the cherry table

Time attempts to "Sweep away something you want to hold on to"- impermanence 

Astonishing this next generation 

Colorful banners in fall

We have seen the seasons change

Year after year but it doesn’t register, this breath of life, daunting pace

A tree planted ten years ago 

passage of time

Now stands alight in the grove in autumn flair

So many days bright in our life we say things like;

“What a beautiful day!” and “What a day this was!”

Today the sky is an ocean and trees are on fire with light

Today, yellow, enthusiastic woods

Yellow against the bluest sky

God surely lifts up and made this day,

Imagine that, as we look up

“He bends down to look at the sky and the earth.” ***

Last bit of Sunshine

Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem: Last bit of Sunshine is a poem about Beautiful autumn days and a time when I going through photographs from the 80s and 90s and early 2000s of family and friends and rejoicing for that time together. My hope is to permanently, save the photographs and share them digitally. Lives that reflect "Hope, true perseverance, Eager anticipation" with deep abiding  Hope, friendship and love.

"One generation comes, another goes; but the Earth continues to remain. The sun rises and the sun sets laboring to come up quickly to its place again and again." Ecc 1:4-5. 

- Joe Holuta

Harvest festival and an afternoon in the park

 

Harvest festival and an afternoon in the park

October begins and with it the harvest

Festivals begin and everything around exclaims "I want to live", "I want to live" 

Yet the leaves change to autumn glory, 

leaves fall, and the fruit is picked, corn harvested , pumpkins ripe in the fields 

Festivals, hayrides , the pumpkin patch 

Heaping ice cream cones, energizing 

Nonstop tube slides bring joy to your heart and soul and mind 

All the time Sunlight filtering through hair and your being 

Awe and wonder

Running time after time

To the slides, smiles

hair blowing

Golden sunlight rays, reflecting 

Family picnic we see,by chance,at the park 

Birthday celebration for a grandson of

Friends we have known for four decades 

We take a moment

Appreciate one another's gray, and smiles, and recall days gone by 

Our kids frequented the same Park decades ago

We now have a granddaughter , running, sliding, on all slides

Rekindling memories,

our children now grown and raising their own

Nearby landmarks, the lodge once rustic,

stood tall, picturesque, now gone- and with it the history 

 a marquee is gone that once declared weddings, and celebrations, life

Rebuild occurring now for another food franchise that may not be needed but 

Such is the circle of life and times 

About this poem: Harvest festival and an afternoon in the park, is a poem about a beautiful sunny Saturday the beginning of October.  Jayne and I  tool Maude Veltri to a  fall festival and also to Getty Heights Park - a park we used to frequent when our kids were young and also grandchildren more recently in life. Once Maude got onto things, she ran without stopping to slides at the festival and also five different sliding boards at Getty Heights. The large ice cream cone may have helped. We never forget her laughter, her smile and the sunshine coming through her hair.

We saw the Brown family and spoke with a number of their children and got to see their grandchildren playing and we talked about earlier days in our lives and how things have progressed and changed and how we're still enjoying our times with family and how it became even more important than other activities that we were both very involved in.  -Joe Holuta

Treasure in a field

Treasure in a field 

I think about treasure buried in a field

Hidden for years waiting to be found 

I think about the treasure of each moment

I think about the treasure of days we wish would move forward faster

As I look back, I think about the treasure of those days I wished away

Everything of value I hold tightly

Close against my chest , deep within my heart

Cost is very high for this treasure

That's if the prized treasure is obtainable 

Some sing that  "the cost is a joy" 

"the cost is a joy" 

We dig in the Earth and find two diamonds -treasured gems 

Under that peridot, opal, 

emerald, and blue topaz, 

-yellow greens,red ,and blues, spectrum inside a stone

of heaven and loyalty 

Dig deeper and wholeheartedly

Near the peridot gemstones, aquamarine, 

Ruby, and Sapphire

Oh Heaven and captivating Crimson sparkle

Alongside the opals we find

 peridot, diamonds and garnets

 - deep red, deep trust and affection

Digging deeper near the emerald a pearl, made from the living , 

aquamarine, emerald, and pearl again 

trust and clarity

Near the blue topaz, a prized, purple amethyst 

And the Ruby, and blue topaz again 

strength and prized

The cost is surely priceless for these gems, 

stones formed in such detail and brilliance 

Hewn / cut, shaped, and carved from a Great rock, stable and lasting 

I asked the cost 

"He said that all that it takes is all that you've got

So we sing it out

Take it all

Take it all"

Treasure in a field, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta 

About this poem: Treasure in a field is a poem inspired by a song I heard "the cost is a joy". I thought of treasures through my life. So many yeah at the Glimpse I had was my wife Jayne, our children, and then their children and how they were treasures. Then thought of a treasure in the field being gemstones so this includes their birthday month gemstones starting from our children, their spouse and to their children. 

Jesus is our Great Rock. He is the ultimate treasure. I am so thankful that we have each of our children, in-laws and grandchildren in our lives . 

We would give our all for you and your lives. If asked at what price or such a price,  I would say "the cost is a joy." "Take it all take it all." -Joe Holuta

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