I am sure
I have mentioned Fall is not my favorite season...
This year
with the changes in my life I see it differently...
instead of only seeing the browness and the death,
I see the energy going into the revitalization,
the preparation
for rebirth...
I find myself
looking inward,
ready for my metamorphosis...
the stages of the lingering roses,
backlit by the soft low sun...
the final stage
hips...
my morning view of Mount Rainier
out a bedroom window...
the valley cozy
snuggled under the soft hazy morning light...
the Mountain hidden,
but no less grand...
Anemone
hold the garden together in the Fall,
abundant and cheerful...
the girls,
exploring in the tall grass...
we are all feeling a little unkempt these days,
wild...
my little family,
wild hearted
and
joyful...
Ever since the spider had befriended him,
he had done his best to live up to his reputation.
When Charlotte’s web said SOME PIG,
Wilbur had tried hard to look like some pig.
When Charlotte’s web said TERRIFIC,
Wilbur had tried to look terrific.
And now that the web said RADIANT,
radiant,
the sunset reflected on a rose...
my favorite backyard destination...
a little iron bench
under the now old Cherry Tree
I planted as a wee sapling...
an obvious place for contemplation...
***
When she transformed into a butterfly,
the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty,
but of her weirdness.
They wanted her to change back
into what she always had been.
But she had wings.
Dean Jackson
***
I am so grateful for the time you share with me...