postcards from paradise suddenly september

when dark recedes

and pollen settles like a hush on the floor of dawn

i walk outside

into the quiet opening of day.

 

hours of forgiving shade ahead

i comb heart shaped leaves with patient hands

i trim, stake, cajole

encourage and bow to the bounty of summer

silence punctuated only

with the holy

visitations of acorn woodpeckers, goldfinches, fluorescent hummingbirds,

praying mantis, industrious bees

and the low flying wings of ravens whipping all the warming air into creme.

suddenly it's september.

my aging colander filling with the long emerald fingers

of summer's last beans.

shade trees standing witness to this long season of romance.

bearing jewel tones fruits from spring's once

impossibly small seeds.

begin too, their dream of letting go.

the golden air erupts with the electric charges of newly winged cicadas,

opening and closing towards what might complete them;

longing only to find

and to be found.

everything connects somewhere.

be it spring's rich pollen stirring in the warming air

smudged gold dust offered up like prayer.

or this blue black feather fallen from the flight of birds

waiting on life's garden path;

each one of us,

a chance of bringing wonder to the world.

oh this blue moon sunday,

arrival of september and the

paradise of

you.

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Comments

[Sue Fox]

Your September garden abundance enchants me, this being my favourite of all months, and this connection how sweet in our paradise as the days unfold!x

[gemma]

"whipping air into creme" I can picture that, our air is thick this morning. Yes connected, all of us, in beauty.

[Mama Zen]

Incredibly lovely!

[Ana]

Intense moon.

[Carol]

Wonderful photo ~ magical words as always ~ blessings to you ~ (A Creative Harbor)

[Stephanie]

It is hard to believe it is September, but only the disheveled sunflowers and daily abundance of beans and tomatoes signal this change...the heat still radiates summer.

labor only in what you love this labor day weekend!
x..x

[annie]

Your blackbird picture is truly remarkable.

[Tracy]

LOVE the season's gathering you're sharing here, Rebecca...And home grown beans...mmm... Gorgeous images that inspire and make the heart dance--thank you. :o) Happy Days ((HUGS))

[Cheryl's Excellent Adventure]

I just can't believe it's September already. Wait! Hold back the calendar page. Stay on summer. No wonder we get old before we know it.