Fall Is Coming, 2016

Been little indication thus far,

Leaves barely turning,

Afternoons dry and warm.

 

But, this evening,

Just before dusk,

Heard a familiar call.

 

Sandhill Cranes

Chortling overhead,

Heading south again.

 

It’s coming!

Spring, and I Feel A Storm Coming

It was a hot and steamy afternoon,

we’re yet used to these type of days.

 

I forced myself to the back porch, drawn

by the beauty of the sun setting through the trees.

 

Then the glow that was promised was delivered,

yellow to orange, then plum to blue.

 

And I relaxed, assured of a cooling breeze,

comforted by the call of mockingbirds.

 

I had almost forgotten the promise,

now I remember what it does for me.

 

“Come all you that are tired and heavy laden,

and I will give you rest.” Amen.