ON A WALK Near the edge of the woods A young male buck With two stubby antlers Stared me down. To the right, A white-tailed doe, Darted swiftly into the brush. It was dusk, and mist enveloped the house below. The air was cool, and still, Everywhere, And smelled of pine needles, and decayed leaves. [...]
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 Quite outdated, but not really.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 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 [...]
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.
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.
It is better to be ignorant than to know so many things that are not so.
A rainy day, I walked from the opening of the bridge seen in the background. When I got to the other side I encountered this Gentle Soul, whose name is forgotten to me, if I ever knew it. She asked me if I would take her picture with her iPhone to send to her son, [...]