on the cusp of summer
walking by the river
three hours
before the season’s return.
—
‘just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
-hans christian andersen
—
hunron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa – summer 2020
I saw
a tiny tricycle
decorated in garlands and sparkles
parked in the bike rack at the library
heard the train come through town
softly whistling the tune of jingle bells
watched the people line up
to catch the bus to the airport
taking them somewhere
where people were waiting to see them
turned to say hello
to the man walking his dog
in his Christmas pajamas
spent the day with family and friends
playing and laughing
simply enjoying the celebration
happy Christmas everyone.
—
“our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at christmas-time.”
– laura ingalls wilder
sweet scents of winter
ginger, nutmeg, cloves, cut pine
full of warmth and spice
—
“An I had but one penny in the world,
thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread.”
—Love’s Labour’s Lost, William Shakespeare
‘the winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.’
-john muir
—
image credit: Holding the Moon by Eric Houck
“february, a form pale-vestured, wildly fair,
one of the north wind’s daughters, with icicles in her hair.
~Edgar Fawcett, “The Masque of Months,” -1878
—
image credits: teodora paintings , magic onions
“i like the gizmos that transport people.”
-chris van allsburg – (michgan native and author of the polar express)
—
credits: Mackinac Island Dockporters Association, jodie, roger priebe
autumn is my time.
i am most radiant and full of energy
when the leaves are falling
and
there is a ghost of change in the air.
-author unknown
—
still walking
as october begins
and
the parks and i
change with the season.
(now at 120 and 30-some to go)
—
north lilley park, ann arbor, mi, usa
local scarecrow goes down in the heat
and perhaps looks forward to a cooler season.
—
“if you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?”
-steven wright
“at last came the golden month of the wild folk–
honey-sweet May, when the birds come back,
and the flowers come out,
and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
― samuel scoville jr.
—
image credit: proteus, ‘the elfin maypole float, 1887
“february, a form
pale-vestured, wildly fair,—
one of the north wind’s daughters,
with icicles in her hair.”
—
~edgar fawcett, “the masque of months,” c.1878
