September sunset….

I live among the trees,
grand oaks and maples and sycamores and poplars
that gift us with their shade and rustle,
a rich sound-stage for songbirds and owls
and bands of other feathered musicians
who fill our days and nights with their achingly beautiful sounds.
I love our trees and they mostly love us back,
dropping the kindling for our fires
and painting our seasons with their poetry.


But other than a wee sunny spot in front for growing things,
the sunset sky doesn’t find us here in our little home in the grove
and for many years I’ve bustled busy during that golden hour,
finishing my day work and beginning my evening chores
so I can steal away some time beneath the stars.

 My heart is calling me out this month,
beyond the trees,   where the sun sets brilliant
over fields and farms and parks and gardens
that I know and love by day.


I’m making a gift to myself for September,
an hour each evening to chase the light,
free to watch and listen
and awe and click my camera unhurried,
to nuzzle my face into the last lingering glow
of the day.

Come pour yourself another cup
and let’s sit  together quiet,  wrapped in golden rays,
filling up on light.
I’ll meet you there:)


Hope is no less realistic than despair.
It is still our choice whether to live in light
or lie down in darkness.”
-Rick Yancey

holding the light….

I love this final lap of the year,
those last lingering miles
where scenes brushing quick past the window
slow and settle,
becoming nests and nuzzles
for the nexts to come

and I remember how my heart is wearing dresses
and it makes me twirl a little longer
beneath the moon
while the wind catches leaves and prayers
and lifts them fluttering
across evening  skies
thick with glory

and I want to hold this light in my heart
the way the monarch holds it in her wings
and the last roses linger longer
in it’s gaze

I want to wrap it warm
around this land that I love
and wrap her people in it snug
like children tucked in safe through the night,
nourished and warm and cared for and free

and I echo into darkness
light,  be.”

“I will not die an unlived life,
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch,
a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
so that which comes to me as seed goes on to the next as blossom
and that which comes to me as blossom
goes on to the next as fruit.”
-Dwana Markova

“Stars and shadows ain’t good to see by.”
-Mark Twain,  Huckleberry Finn

linking with Emily
of  nourishing Imperfect Prose

and Susan at A Southern Daydreamer

Outdoor Wednesday: Click on the picture below to learn more...

 with Lorika
(cause couldn’t we all use some more orange this time of year)