Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Fireplace

Photo by Barbie Marquart
on a Park trail in West Virginia

     The Fireplace
          By Kerrie O’Hearn Marquart

While walking down a sunny trail
I came upon the ruins of a chimney frail
In a wooded area all decorated for Fall.

And I wondered what the house was like
And who had lived there
Was it tended to by a wife so fair
With ribbons tied in her golden hair?

Or was it a man who loved the lay of the land
And built it with his own two hands
And longed for someone with whom he could
     share it?

Whoever lived here I sense, found quiet and       peace
And riches from God and nature that never    ceased
And one day moved away…

The chimney has a tale to tell
But it won’t share it with me
And so I go along my way
Carrying only the memory with me.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012


        by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Fall came tiptoeing into my yard
Through fallen leaves that trees discard.
It comes with whispers through the leaves
Ablaze in glory of orange, brown and green.

Fall came tiptoeing as it put a chill in the air
Shriveling the remnants of garden fair
One last pepper clings to the stalk
I noticed it on my morning walk.

Fall came tiptoeing when I awoke to cold, crisp dawn
And placed heavy dew upon the browning lawn
Until the brilliant Autumn sun warmed the ground
And air and also my heart, I found.

I welcome the sounds and smells and sights of fall
The sound of raking leaves, geese flying North
                         above us all.
And though I love the seasons all,
My very favorite will always be Fall!

October 3, 2012