as the days grow short, evenings cool she braces herself against the wind, the inevitable season of letting go gone are hot summer endless days the reaper raises his sickle, a harvest to collect, alms to the piper she still remembers spring’s greening wasn’t it only yesterday leaf buds swelled from her winter bones, air earthy, damp, fragrant with dew sun slowing its course through the sky… it was yesterday, she remembers it well the hours, the days, the decades slipping through her fingers like sugar, bittersweet letting go the fruit of all her labor like seasons past, seasons yet to come the hearth grows warm, embers glowing her limbs rest heavy with sleep, drifting into this final season of life, too short in retrospect
~kat much love, peace, and glimmers to you…Autumn is in the wings. ✨🌿💚🌿✨
a twin hickory nut tree…perfect for a group hug! ✨💚✨
dawn with the birds
when dawn emerges in the foothills, and the blue jays squawk loudly I scatter peanuts, corn, and meal worms to console them, admittedly though, the mealworms are for a murder…of crows who gather when the jays have quieted and had their fill, when the sun is high in the sky, they feast and jabber, hopping happily around my earnest offering while a lone hawk screeches nearby not at all interested in the corn, the peanuts, not even the mealworms, no, the hawk fancies warm-blooded fare a mourning dove who lingered seconds too long at the seed feeder, or perhaps a finch, young squirrel, or chipmunk, though the latter, I have observed are quite adept at evading capture and ultimate slaughter…there are bees buzzing nearby gathering nectar, dusting pollen as they flit, and hummingbirds hover directly in from of me until we are eye to eye, their wings humming, every morning there is want, expectation, joy, connection, unspoken acknowledgement amidst the looming shadow of carnage, drama, survival, life encapsulated in the simplicity of nature, who in her magnificent wisdom sustains us in an unbroken cycle, the seasons, dawn and dusk, day and night, where nothing is personal, malevolent, or cruel i linger long letting the morning gird me, as I listen, observe, and breathe sweetness of a new day before venturing into the harsh reality where self-absorbed humans deny we are all from dust and to dust we are destined to return the dust on my feet and in my lungs remind me to walk gently…to be kind
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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