Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Good Morning, September

This month begin with an early morning forage, while the sunlight slanted in gently from the eastern edge of the sky.

Two wild apples for breakfast
And another in the pocket for later.

September brings change. Beach days are replaced by the school year routine. Tank tops are traded in for sweaters.  The sun sets earlier. Rises later. On the farm, everything seems to ripen at once and a slight edge of urgency seeps into the preservation and storing of food for winter days.

Perhaps in September I shall weave a nest of summer sunshine and autumn comfort to settle into in the cold months ahead.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather I wish you comfort and a fine and fulfilling September.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

It is a Gossamer Morning

Of mist and glistening dew

Of silver threads

And veils of light.

Today we are having a family gathering here at the farm. I am looking forward to the sounds of storytelling, laughter and acoustic guitar filling every nook of the house. We will harvest from the garden, cook together as a noisy crew in the kitchen, and walk together in the quiet sanctuary of the woods. These are the best of days.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you the very best of days.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Autumn Rising

There are still four weeks of summer
In these northern climes,
But tell that to the chill morning air.

Tell that to goldenrod
Waving autumn's banner.

Tell that to the maples
raining color on the trail.

In the slant of light...

In the brisk flight of clouds,

There is a clear tilt toward autumn.

Thank you to all who shared an I Am poem for August in the comments of my previous post. There was some wonderful writing! 

Where ever you are,
what ever the weather,
I wish you all the joys
of this slow roll through the seasons.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

In August I Am

In August,
 I am
a barefoot walking
blackberry picking
meadow singing
sky gazing
wave flowing
early riser.

In August, 
I am

This is an I am" poem similar to one I had my students write. They wrote a simpler, more generalized poem comprised mostly of adjectives they believe describe them. I set my poem specifically in August, because I feel that I change and flow with the seasons. So, this is me immersed in August.

If you would like to share a brief I Am poem in the comments, or link to one on your blog, I would love to read it!

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you abundance.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

An Unexpected Guest

Wherever you are, whatever the weather
 I wish you the joy of holding nature in your hands 
and of letting nature hold you.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

August in Pictures - Thistle Down

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy in ordinary moments.