Life is a Garden Party

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

September Dawn


SEPTEMBER DAWN

Golden leaves seen raining down.
Soon there’s a blanket on the ground
to be raked one sunny autumn day
while serenaded by the blue jays
for blue jays will find the stash
of ripe sunflowers seeds out back.

Here comes a squirrel with a hickory nut
now digging a hole in which to put.
Preparing for winter
with the fruits of summer.
His fluffy tail foretells
of winter snow squalls.

Sunlight is now seen shining through the foggy morning gloom
welcoming a September day where rudbeckias bloom.
There’s also yellow marigolds and mums seen
above the green grass still springtime green
for it’s been a rainy summer,
albeit a seemingly short summer.

White cabbage butterflies flutter
where the morning sunlight enters.
Bees are beginning to stir
seeking out bright flowers.
Last night’s rain drips from the eaves.
Needed, this rain does please.

Crickets chirp
giving birth
to a new day
where hard work pays.
Time to get started cleaning or deadheading or weeding
or canning or freezing or sewing or crafting or writing…

My day is never boring -
just too short and tiring.
Perhaps like me your work is never done.
Tomorrow there will still be a ton.
It’s my sanity
and my insanity.
* * * * *

Every dawn is a new page
to be filled with something sage -
something exciting to engage -
rather to begin a new phrase
or off each day to earn a wage,
every dawn begins as a blank page.

Your empty, blank page
may seem like a maze,
you hear yeahs and nays,
it leaves you in a daze
as commotion fills your days.
Please don’t end up in a rage.

Consider how you want your blank page
to read at the end of the day.
Select what you want to stay.
Reject if it isn’t okay.
Keep what is sage
for being sage pays.

Blessed is the one who finds wisdom,
the one who gains understanding.
Proverbs 3:13

(Wisdom) will set a garland of grace on your head
and present you with a crown of splendor.
Proverbs 4:9



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