Chris Bevis
The little boy with Legos
Spread upon the floor
Dreaming engineering feats
Building building more.
Then sends photos onto Granny
On a far & distant shore.
*note & poem from Granny Rutter
hand-written on a scrap of an envelope
Sun is up
Wind is down
Birds are hungry
Traffic is heavy
Sea breeze in
Dancing in the trees
Alan pounding
On his plumbing
Nancy & Helen home from walking
Butcher bird calling
*Dawn E. Rutter ©2011
~ letters to Mary
~ letters to Mary
Old Age
Old minds slip
away.
Yet there’s life
in the clay.
The mind age will
spurn
So the child can
return.
Dawn
E. Rutter © 2008
in a letter to Mary
Old House
The house
on the corner is empty and old
The
windows are broken and let in the cold.
Once
people lived there, bright sassy and gold,
Warm was
the house with a family to hold.
It creaks
in the moonlight and breezes that blow
Dreaming
of a past with lights all aglow.
Now rain
through the roof and ceiling can flow
Remnants
of a garden still trying to grow.
It's a
shame for a house to lose its pride,
For a
house, once a home, to a groom and a bride,
Then
children's sweet laughter was ringing inside,
Now
vacant it stands with a soul that has died.
**Dawn E. Rutter
"WordFlow"
©1991
Now little one, just go to
sleep
You have a date with dreams to keep.
I wonder what you see in dreams
That glow along the bright moonbeams.
*Dawn
E. Rutter © 2016
*Invocation*
God is
everywhere.
He
reflects in the silver of a tear,
The
rainbow of a smile,
Flowers
everywhere.
God
speaks in the voices of all creatures.
God gives
hope in the birth of every child.
God gives
us faith to love one another.
Who can
deny God when:
Opening
our eyes each morning to greet a new day?
When we
see puppies tumbling in play?
When
people like you and me
Can meet
by some unseen route across the country and world?
And even
the atheist
Calls on
God or Christ in his final moments.
Dawn E. Rutter
©2010
“I’m 91 ½”
I walked today
A block each way,
I stopped to pray,
Thanked God today.
Watched children play
Along my way,
I’m glad to say
I walked today.
Dawn E. Rutter
January 2013©
“Dawnettes”
by Dawn E. Rutter ©2013
~letters to Mary
~letters to Mary
Planes
Flying
Through
the skies
Blue or
cloudy
Silver
birds awing –
Planes
Beer
Foaming
Chilling fingers
Cooling throats
Summer refreshment
Beer
Nests
In
winter
Waiting
for spring
Renewal expected
Nests
Loons
Loons, so beautiful a bird,
Across the lake its call is heard
With flute like reedy vibrations,
On
land such awkward gyrations.
Existing in any weather,
Precise each black and white feather,
Surviving tiresome migrations
To
replete new generations.
Monogamous – mating for life
Sharing nesting tasks with wife.
I
hear the long awaited trill
That all the summer days will fill
Minnesota’s loon has returned –
Its
red eyes like sunsets burned
Into the very heart of man
Who
helps nest building where he can.
*Dawn E. Rutter ©1985
Loon Country ~ Gunflint Trail Minnesota
Photo by Mary Bevis 2011 ©
Photo by Mary Bevis 2011 ©
“Morning”
The bright fingers of morning
Shredded the curtain of night,
Pulling the sun out of bed,
Waking our world to delight..
Song birds round the world are heard
When sunrise fades the moon,
In every hemisphere
The birds sing their own tune,
**Dawn E.
Rutter
Cherith Summer II, ©1995
Haiku
~
paper
kites on high
reaching for the sunlit sky
oh if I
could fly.
**Dawn E. Rutter ©1978
The Cook
Above the town of Cazadero
Stands a cabin bare and stark,
There are gaps between the floorboards
Where mice come up after dark.
No conveniences afforded
Lights were lanterns, kerosene,
An old wood stove for cooking
But the cook was city green.
Lumbermen would fetch fresh water
To the cabin for the cook
And the meals she cooked and served them
Can't be found in any book.
There was venison, in season,
All the fellows called it chow.
It was never very easy
But she preserved somehow.
Now that cook has gone “down under”
Where the food is strange again,
With a bloody ‘lectric stove,
That can be a royal pain.
Oh the trials of that old wood stove
Were a challenge long ago,
To a woman young and daring,
Who has now grown old and slow.
by
Dawn E. Rutter [the cook] ©2013