November 2025

Answered

Jeannie Stark Turner

I prayed and prayed for rain all day,

Please, rain, please, don’t stay away.

We need you so! We want you here!

Drought and famine, these we fear.

And then, oh then, the rain came down. It watered all our dusty town.

It filled the lake, it filled the stream,

All has come true, our fervent dream!

But, oh!

What’s this?

The grass is growing—

And now

I’ve got

to do the

mowing.

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It Snowed Today in Rancho Town

Jeannie Turner

It snowed today in Rancho town

Or so it seemed to me Small bits of white came from the sky What could these white bits be?

I looked around and saw the sun

Still shining in the sky

But still the snow came falling down I really wondered why

If it is snowing why am I mowing?

The thought flew through my mind

Well, I am mowing and it is snowing

Must be a different kind

And then I looked and saw the tree

The plum tree in full glory

That tree had made a Blossom Snow

And so thus ends my story

More Poetry . . .

Autumn of Life

The autumn of life—a mixture so strange—
Nostalgia, blessings, potential.
The harvest of seeds we’ve sown in our time

Prepares us for cold days, eventual.

How beautiful are the leaves growing old,
Full of color and light at the last,
As if nature had saved up all year just for this,

The finale, so grand, for our past.

The quiet reflection the falling leaves bring—
Letting things go helps us thrive.
Let’s cast off old hurts to make way for new joys,

Grasp the beauty of being alive.

The colors of autumn, and our colors, too,
Fade as we face winter’s chill.
The changes and cycles of seasons repeat.

They have, and they always will.

The changes of autumn, like changes in life—
The branches just standing there, bare—
Remind us of change, that unchangeable fact,

That element all of us share.

When life’s autumn arrives, we look back and we see
The way God has led us so far.
But we know in our hearts there is still work for us

To be better someday than we are.

There’s still work to do—the fullest and best.
It’s such a good transition time.
The season of fruit, most abundant all year—

It’s true that fall’s glory is prime.

So let us enjoy the autumn of life,
The beauty of letting things go.
For there’ll come a day when our sun will go down,

And then heaven’s blessings we’ll know.