And The Rains Came

Ten inches of rainfall fell in the past two days, filling the creeks and streams to capacity.
The humidity slowly rises each day, even the birds have taken to their cool nesting spots beneath the tree canopies.
Such are the days of August....

Wandering Path

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

~ Dorothea Mackellar 1904

Wandering Path

On top of the earth

where green touches the hills ~

in spring, in summer, with daffodils,

with dandelions scattered through untilled fields,

with waterfalls and ferny fronds

companioning winding creeks; and

grassy knolls surrounding sunlit ponds...

That is where my heart thrives ~

among dahlias, lilacs, and rosy thorns

scenting life with fragrant morns,

and gentle nights of rounded moons,

inhaling reminiscent blooms

of many lost, yet, joyful Junes...

Warming seasons created to

make lips smile, hearts leap,

feet dance to earthy song;

and earth's turning, ever-moving
old winter right along...

'Til spring emerges, and summer follows

into every nook, into every hollow,

with greening leaf and budding flower
bestowed by Mother Nature's power..

An overwhelming gift of rarest beauty,

a rejuvenation, a resurrection of life ~

when earth renews, when earth revives...

Yes, that is when my heart truly thrives.

~ Hazelmarie Elliott