The first week of August
hangs at the top of summer,
the top of the live-long year,
like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel
when it pauses turning.
The weeks that come before
are only a climb from balmy spring,
and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn,
but August is motionless and hot.
Months have passed since the jasmine climbed, the wisteria dangled, the snapdragons snapped, the poppies popped, and the birds obeyed spring’s pressing summons to build nests and procreate. Then after the summer solstice came and summer’s fires were stoked, the feverfew grew feverish, the pink loose-strife broke loose, the inland sea oats set sail on an ocean of green along the fence, and Columbine’s dove-like clusters turned brown, split open and spilled their bits of black seed bounty upon the ground. And whilst all this blooming was going on, the divine music of life that reached glorious crescendos in April grew more mellow in May, perkily sassy in June, and feverishly sultry in July. Two days hence from now, it would normally fall into a low, oppressed hum as August opens the doors to the boiler room, but strangely enough we are and will be for the next week experiencing some cooler than usual days. Though curious about the reason for such a blessing, I’ve learned never “to look a gift horse in the mouth.” The bees busily gathering nectar may grumble somewhat at this interloping gardener who sometimes stays too long in their domain or who moves to close in proximity to their pollen-rich environments such as the Texas Star Hibiscus in the photo, but grumble I shall not because normally this time of year we’re looking at the possibility of a record setting number of triple-digit-high days, days way, way too hot to enjoy even briefly being outside.
I cared for you in the wilderness, in the land of burning heat. ~Hosea 13:5 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace! Like Saint Hildegard Lord, may I too be a feather on your holy breath and spread, like seeds, the gospel abroad.
Natalie, I love reading your writing–so lovely. It’s wonderful that you’re being gifted with mild weather.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Thank you, Wendy, I’m glad you enjoy my writing. Yes, this weather is just unbelievable this time of year, and I am so grateful for the break in the heat beast’s reign. I pray you have a great weekend. Love and hugs, Natalie 🙂
What a gorgeous flower!
Thanks, Hope. The Texas Star is a gorgeous lady for sure. Hugs, N 🙂
Thank you, Gigi! The Texas Star is one of my favorites. I pray you have a great weekend. Hugs, N 🙂
What a great poem! Wish we were a little cooler here. I don’t do so well in the heat!!
I don’t do well in the heat either. Those is definitely a huge blessing! I pray that you get a break in the heat soon too.
Blessings, N 🙂
Enjoy the cooler days Natalie, and that’s a beautiful hibiscus.
Oh I am, thanks, Jessica! We had just been at 105 the day before the cool down started. So it is definitely a huge blessing. The Texas Star is a perennial hibiscus and she is one of my favorites. Hugs, Natalie 🙂