Repost: Thanks Given

Copyright 2012 by Diane’s Mom, June

Snapdragons still bloom

wintery chills loom

pumpkins for taking

pies in the making

sunshine falls brightly

forgotten nightly

shadows stretch designs

all nature resigns

arresting in growth

a mutual oath

leaves fallen in faith

barrenness awaits

beyond the ending

hope is transcending.

Thanks are now given

 for earth and heaven.

Note: The painting was done by my mom, June, on a  ceramic tile and is part of our autumn decorations.

Happy Thanksgiving to my US friends and Blessings to all!

And as a special thank you, my new holiday short story,

 The Snow White Gift

is available on Kindle for FREE download

this Friday, November 29th!

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

Thanks Given

Copyright 2012 by Diane’s Mom, June

 

Snapdragons still bloom

wintery chills loom

pumpkins for taking

pies in the making

sunshine falls brightly

forgotten nightly

shadows stretch designs

all nature resigns

arresting in growth

a mutual oath

leaves fallen in faith

barrenness awaits

beyond the ending

hope is transcending.

 

Thanks are now given

 for earth and heaven.

Note: The painting was done by my mom, June, on a  ceramic tile and is part of our autumn decorations.

Happy Thanksgiving to my US friends and Blessings to all!

 

 ©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

Nature Insight: The Fall of Summer

I’ve felt relief and regret in the last few days, the air cooling along with my gardener’s desire to keep summer flowering into autumn. I admit I’ve already cheated on it, with chrysanthemums and year-end contemplation, even begun cutting it down to the size of its decline. A date with pumpkins and cornstalks will be next, the harvest moon rising, the frost finishing off the confusion of my feelings for a long and short commitment to the leaves changing and falling in earnest.

But, alas! As I write this I’m not the only one hovering between staying and moving on. A hummingbird drinks the dwindling nectar of my plantings, lifting, considering, his wings resting on a dead oak branch that still lives for the purpose of his perching.

 

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.