Every day here brings us closer to one of my favorite seasons (I have four favorites), and one of my favorite things to see is a wild sunflower patch. I even wrote a little ode once for the wild sunflowers.
In tropical South Florida the inter-season "weavings" are almost imperceptible. You really have to have an electron microscope of the soul to see and sense the changes, but they are there. A slight temperature drop, a hint of a breeze, a tad less humidity...And it all makes one perk up their nose and sniff! :-) Like the song from "West Side Story," "Somethin's coming..."
We finally got a break from the record breaking triple digits… only 91 today and low humidity… and this week they are predicting temperatures only in the 80’s…. Now if we can just get some rain …. Slight chance Thursday…. This weekends rain went south and west of us. Love your piece and the pictures. So beautiful ❤️😍👍. I really miss the cool autumn temperatures and the colorful leaves in Missouri…. ❤️😍🍁🌻
So beautiful—the entire reading and visual experience overall—thank you for sharing such reflective and deliciously alive seasonal beauty with all of us here. 🌞🪽🌻🍁
“That squawk belies their elegance in the air, they seem to deserve a more sophisticated voice.” Yes! I walked this morning along the river near me, and saw a dozen or so blue herons and white egrets, so lovely in flight, their voices so — guttural. 😮
On the Cusp of Fall
Isn’t Fall exhilarating? Wonderful piece, thank you!
All of this for only $18 a year! Jump on this kids. Best deal going!
Every day here brings us closer to one of my favorite seasons (I have four favorites), and one of my favorite things to see is a wild sunflower patch. I even wrote a little ode once for the wild sunflowers.
last blossom of the dry and brittle season
when hope stands alone on burned dusty verges
radiating and radiating and radiating
brilliant, multi-petaled joy that
arcs with the sun, a
joy unundiminshed by early frosts that
whisper of the winter
all must face,
I must face,
my own self a last blossom,
a dry and brittle whisper
moved by early frosts
but moved too
by a blossom of
radiant, brilliant, multi-petaled joy.
In tropical South Florida the inter-season "weavings" are almost imperceptible. You really have to have an electron microscope of the soul to see and sense the changes, but they are there. A slight temperature drop, a hint of a breeze, a tad less humidity...And it all makes one perk up their nose and sniff! :-) Like the song from "West Side Story," "Somethin's coming..."
Lovely writing today.
Wonderful! the swifts flying over the water a particular treat and the green heron! Brilliant photography.
We finally got a break from the record breaking triple digits… only 91 today and low humidity… and this week they are predicting temperatures only in the 80’s…. Now if we can just get some rain …. Slight chance Thursday…. This weekends rain went south and west of us. Love your piece and the pictures. So beautiful ❤️😍👍. I really miss the cool autumn temperatures and the colorful leaves in Missouri…. ❤️😍🍁🌻
Wow! Lovely poetry selection and fabulous photography. A real treat for my Sunday morning! Thank you.
I love sun flowers too. I spotted a field of them that I had never noticed before when I was driving home from the hospital last week. Lots of love xx
So beautiful—the entire reading and visual experience overall—thank you for sharing such reflective and deliciously alive seasonal beauty with all of us here. 🌞🪽🌻🍁
“That squawk belies their elegance in the air, they seem to deserve a more sophisticated voice.” Yes! I walked this morning along the river near me, and saw a dozen or so blue herons and white egrets, so lovely in flight, their voices so — guttural. 😮
And: The 9/4 sunrise picture is stunning!
Beautiful. Thank you!
Such poetic description! I’m so eager for fall as well!
Beautiful words and photos Karen! xx