Anew

Anew

September is gone. October, begun. The first day of each month is like beginning anew. Turning a new leaf, strumming a new song. I read a poem, by a poet named Wordsworth, today. Quite outdated, but not really. The lines in one of his poems rang a bell, for me. He wrote, Up the brook [...]

September

September

September was the 7th month of the Roman calendar, but is the ninth according to our reckoning.  The Anglo-Saxons called it 'gerst-monath,' - Barley month! Feast Days: September 21. St. Matthew September 28. St. Michael or Michaelmas Day Mottoes "Fair on September first, fair for the month'.  'Plant trees at Michaelmas & command them to [...]

Before

Before

Back at the fountain, BEFORE the sun set.  A chill was in the air. The sound of a hooting owl was heard in the distance of the dawn, and in the still of the early morn, of a cloudy day. Rained in the afternoon.

At the birdbath

At the birdbath

Sitting at the birdbath I painted this picture. Summer lingers in the feathery green leaves of the coreopsis. The yellow flowerets of seven petals sprinkle around. Water in the bowl reflects dark shadows of a limb. The air was still.