pedals of purple
hiding in the shadows
brightens my day
I saw this gorgeous wildflower along a trail. Could it be a Missouri Violet?
High Island, TX, April, 2017
While out birding, stop and enjoy the flowers!
renewal and promise.
exuberance and fun.
change, brilliance, urgency.
cozy, rest, reflection.
As we approach the end of Summer with Fall beginning on the 22nd of the month, I began thinking what the seasons mean to me. I am grateful to live in a place where we get to experience all four seasons.
My description of Winter might not reflect what has transpired over the last several years with Howard and I, but it always makes me think of long, cozy, fire lit evenings spent quietly.
Our winter travels, takes us through many different weather zones. So we get to enjoy some of the seasonal weather patterns more than once! My RV’ing friends will understand exactly what I mean.
What descriptors pop into your mind when you think of the seasons?
I stand on a cliff high above the river,
bathed in the light of a harvest moon,
A misty fog rises off the water,
cool fall air fills my lungs.
Down below a solitary soul waits,
its mournful call swirls and rises with the mist,
Its plea pierces my heart,
as he calls for his mate.
Nights are getting colder,
winter is coming,
instinctively he knows,
with haste they must leave.
Dangerously he stays awhile longer,
survival lost over desire,
finally she appears out of the woods,
a scene to remember.
As this magnificent wolf pair turn to leave,
in the light of the harvest moon,
I realize their journey will be long,
From my now silent place,
high on the cliff,
I promise to be here on the day,
spring welcomes their family home.