I Spoke Too Soon

Clearly, I was mistaken. It's back in the wilting 90's again. Will stay that way for the entire week. Red sky at morning? Ask a sailor what that means...

Summer roars back again. After all, it is only the end of August. So, Summer, listen because I'm only going to say this once, "You were right; I was wrong. You win." For now.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly
view from my coffee cup

Silent Sermon Sunday

Every time I despair about our Human Race, because we can be so cruel, so mean, so brutal...
I stop and remember that while that is true, these are the same creatures who...
Just the same as Angels,
Can sing and make music.
And, that brings me hope and peace.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly
Images courtesy of The Internet

The Crow Knows

~ The Demise of Summer ~

In the quiet of the morning
I hear the sound
The one for me that tells
The season is about to turn.

In the open hayed field beyond
The crow sits perched and yawns
And caws and caws to say
Summer is going.

I wait each year for this sound
To tell me another summer is bound
To fade away with its heat and fierce beauty
It bows out as Autumn sweeps in, colors flowing after her.

Cawing, Cawing, the crow announces
The fields are ripe for picking
Left overs are there for the taking
Summer is leaving and fall is coming
Most welcomed by me.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly
Images courtesy of the Internet; Round Table art by Marion Rose