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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Summer Afternoon

 

Summer Afternoon

The dawn comes later now 

morning sunlight shifts it's arc - a different angle now

Cool mornings are a welcome 

Though it foretells of a season's change  

The birds sing and still greets us in the morning

School bus back up chimes to start our day 

The Holly berries would normally be getting red at this time, 

The late frost has taken that hope of a berry filled holly and spring robin's feast 

Lawnmower sounds fill the air

like grasping at ways to keep summer alive

Sunset earlier now dashes those hopes

Rope swing from a generation ago

Swinging again a continuing chain of breath and being and laughter

Sweet corn peeled by the younger ones

With bites of joy they help 

In season now -like their young lives

Flower boxes, abundant growth this year

Flowering boxes overflow with petals, growing high and heavy weight

The pool is quiet now 

since school starts for grandkids 

Now the pool, still beauty, 

yet only catches falling leaves from  the growing maples high above 

I wish summer days would not end 

they do 

and I'm thankful for the autumn and winter too. 

Wintering with summer memories 

Looking forward to Spring- new life

and to summer afternoon again.

Summer Afternoon, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem: Summer Afternoon is a poem about reminiscing on the summer sitting by the pool watching leaves drop as we remember the vibrant times we had with family around the house and in the pool. Remembering the laughter, the food, sweet corn, the beautiful sunshine, cooling water, treats under the shade of the umbrellas, fresh memories to last the winter until we can do it all again.  - Joe Holuta