yellow jasmine and
daffodils too have I seen
grows where seeds fell from dried pods
as summer drew nigh
as well as anemones
break ground ‘neath the oak
new leaves appear on
roses that survived the first
hard, too early freeze
This is what the Lord says to me: “I will remain quiet and will look on from my dwelling place, like shimmering heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat…” ~Excerpted passage from Isaiah 18:4 ✝
**All but two images taken by Natalie; collages created by Natalie; haikus written by Natalie
September days have the warmth of summer
in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings
a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide,
making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms
of the aftermath, and their shrill and dreamy hum
hold the outdoor world above the voices
of the song birds, now silent or departed.
~Rowland E. Robinson
Whew! Am I glad August is over!!! It’s still extremely hot, but at least September, bearer of the autumnal equinox, holds the possibility that later in the month we’ll be blessed with our first cool, crisp morn. Although autumn’s voice nor breath are yet discernible, its harbingers have alerted my eyes and therefore my camera. So with forbearance I shall press on through the remainder of the “heat beast’s” reign, knowing and delighting in the fact that its days are numbering fewer and fewer. Perhaps one day I shall be able to embrace the idea that “the discipline of blessings is to taste each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet and the salty, (even the insanely hot) and be glad for what does not hurt.” Indeed, God has lots of work left to do in me.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens… ~Ecclesiastes 3:1 ✝