Tree tops

In the setting suns glow

tree tops have begun their

transformation to Autumn colours

Hummer

The Hummer was busy sipping from the bountiful Hosta blooms the last month.  I didn't fill its feeder due to the suffocating humidity and horrid high temperatures.

This week the air has cleared and coolness has wrapped us in its arms.  This day I was reminded by Hummer, not once but twice that it was thirsty.  The nectar was created and feeder filled and hung.

Two hours later as I sat and scribbled its familiar thrrummm sounded.  It found the feeder and quenched its thirst. It returned three times this eve fortifying itself before the long journey south.  

My heart grew light and my smile grew bright as I watched Hummer in the waning light. 

silence - haiku

August evening

not a leaf stirs nor a frog sings,

beautiful silence

Lost sight

I finally realized I lost sight

of my own self worth when

volunteering my time to what now

I understand are worthless causes.

Events this week have left me

sad and disappointed with the outcome

of a major project dear to my heart.

So be it, I have regained my sight.

Breathing easier

 

We breathe easier this day,

a day of clear sky and gentle breeze

without the stifling temperatures

causing one to escape for days on end

to the coolness of their home.

This morn welcomed us with a slight chill,

a refreshing chill as walkers left their homes

wrapped with a sweater and such a smile

as their steps increased, their arms swung

with vigor confirming their survival.

Two months of 30 – 40F temperatures

was a tad too much in this northern climate.

As Canadians we do survive, although

crankiness has become our third language and,

the thought of snow-shovels crossed my mind.