Category: Acrostic Poems

Harvest Acrostic Poem

Food Drawing by Walter Crane, from Reusable Art

H   ard work
A   nd hope
R   ealized, and
V   ery grateful
E   ternally, with
S   ongs
T  o sing

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed,
shall doubtless come again with rejoicing,
bringing his sheaves with him.

Psalm 126: 5-6 (KJV)

My acrostic for HARVEST from August 29, 2010 is a favorite poem. Thank you.

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on

December Poems and Pictures

C old and time to
O  pen books, new and old
L oved and saved – for a
D  ecember day

COLD acrostic poem

short days
stars brighten
winter sky

almost dawn
small pink poinsettia
waits by the window

the Christmas story
of carpenters
at work

towards the shortest day
of the year . . .
Light in my heart

New Year’s Eve
nearing the end
of a book
with many more
to read

“For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD:
thou art my trust from my youth.” 
Psalm 71: 5 (KJV)

December Archives
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin

Images: wpclipart

Short Poems: Light and Time

Karl and I went to Walmart in Sheboygan to buy groceries. We are grateful for our face masks, and all seem comfortable with how we take care of one another, and ourselves. The greeters and staff are helpful. Music plays, and fall planters greet us as we walk towards the entrance. We bought a chrysanthemum planter last time. Lunch at our kitchen table.

Prayers . . .

I read and watch the light, and am inspired to search my archives for some poems and old posts. Sometimes readers remind me of poems I had not thought of for a time. Thank you.

R  ose clouds at sunrise, and the day
O  pens to songs, silence, and new
S  trength, with hope
E  verlasting


sunrise clouds
years that passed too soon
are with me still

sun and shadows
on old brick path
wildflower rests

L ove
I nspires
G oodness
H ope and
T ruth


days grow shorter
gentle turning
of windmills

almost autumn
moving my recliner
closer to new sun

“almost autumn” is from my post, The Lullaby Of Seasons, from September 12, 2012:

Each season seems inevitable as it arrives, settles in, and then changes to the next one in due time.  Autumn arrives for me, perhaps Spring for you.  The waves roll to shore all year, and crash against icebergs some Winters here.  Robins and red-wings return on time, but I usually do not seem to know when they leave.  Maybe they like it that way, since we will meet again.

light falls
through yellow maple leaves
the mercy of God

“light falls” was published in Full of Moonlight: Haiku Society of America 2016 Members’ Anthology, edited by David Grayson. And Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog, Daily Haiku: Aug. 21, 2019.

Photo by Carsten Kohler on

Memorial Day

The Milwaukee Homeless Veterans Initiative (MHVI) is serving many people.

L  ove
T  ranscending
T  ime
E  verlasting
R  emembrance of
S  ouls

LETTERS acrostic poem

Blessed are they that mourn:
for they shall be comforted.

Matthew 5: 4 (KJV)

Stuart J. Mentink Memorial Park is a small park near the railroad tracks and a business area in Oostburg, Wisconsin. Karl took these photos on August 21, 2019.