And this Mama Bear will be retreating to her den shortly. I just couldn’t help myself about this prompt. Next thing I know, I’m creating a post on my phone. Hope you enjoy it. And—happy holidays.
My soul is wedded to this season and I sit in contemplation sleep is sweet and satisfying my awake time spent in zion When else can you feel the crisp air of mornings then at noon an Indian summer…
Rose of Sharon dropsand the crickets grow quietin the moonlit night Concerns over rainno one sees Burchell’s Coucal — fluting comes his call © selmamartin.com “October knew, of course, that the action…
Are you inconvenienced by the Indian summer refusing to leave? The whole situation has Summer Faery pouting. She's waiting on the one lone warm day that's to report to duty: it's gone astray! This is a Public Announcement.
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. But I really like my October to feel like October from the get go...
About that beautiful red flower that looks like a bottlebrush... or, perhaps you like to call it a Kangaroo paw? Lovely!
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
The lovely prompt from dVerse gave rise to this 44 word poem. See what you think and happy holidays to you.
All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021 Folklore inspired by a grasshopper that landed on my head. A red-legged, pale grasshopper, her life’s purpose completed, came to say ‘sayonara’ to me, and I saw beauty in the encounter: how beautiful this cycle accepted with reverence. May we learn more from these fragile creatures whose offspring we'll see in the summer.
All right reserved to Selmamartin.com May the climax of the year that is autumn, melt your heart with warmth, life, and restoration.
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. Do you?
Help protect our migratory birds. Turn off the lights, please— at least during the spring and summer migrating seasons. Thank you.