When the goldenrod begins to bloom
and the hummingbird traffic
increases
the sun
moves over just a little more
in the sky
and the sugar maples start boldly in to
blush
when yellow-jackets take a keen interest
in each and every movement
and apples begin a slight
rosy-ing up
one hesitates to miss that late day stretch
of the sun
as now it tends to rise from slumbers
a little
later
I try not to give in to the feeling that is
late August
as the season begins
to fade
always the underlying unease of
back to school hits
no matter
of age
takes me a bit low, with worries
I can’t quite put my finger
on
possibly one feels
the layering of years in the rearview
mirror
I’m currently reading a quite interesting
but at times heavy sort of book
that keeps tears
rather close to the surface
yet still enjoying very much, learning
about things I feel somehow
I might have
known
has me going over things in my head
memories of days past
and the after effects of things
left
to deal with
on the inside
(still
only part way through, and
more to say on this, I’m sure)
I am, as ever
well cloaked in gratitude (as well)
for things that bring me great joy
and peace
for my dear husband and our family of course,
for friends who care for me
and my well-being
as indeed I do
them
for surroundings that
never fail
to welcome me
home
embracing me tenderly, with offerings of
stillness and peace
as well, always I will say
my gratitude
for love
for love that flows to me
and love that flows through me
surrounds me
humbles me
and opens me
up
to the kinder things
of this great world
and I can assure you,
I will continue to gather
and leave them
just here, on your doorstep
should you find yourself
at anytime
needing
proof ♥