autumn ramblings 7

a time when ~

i am ever grateful for the choice of spending time outdoors creating, if only for a brief time
while our summer weather was magical
early autumn 
also.

i am happy to have shared my desire with my beloved to sit outside, read
while i did some creating.
so rare for him to do.
on our spectacular last weekend of september, saturday.

for then the weather changed.

the snow capped the roof of the garage viewed through the window.
the pumpkins.

the one misplaced favourite mitten needed to be found
"now" before venturing outdoors.
consideration given a number of times those evenings to the need for ice grippers
to keep safe from falling
as happened number of times that year
how long ago?

yet the delphinium stands, two
and the chives
between the garage wall and the cement path stones
ever beautifully
reminding me of how strong i am
how i can stand beautifully too
sometimes through the most difficult conditions.

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seven stars for ramblings seven 

my mind strays 
again

wondering if what i have to say here merits the wonderful number.

loving the number seven.

*******

"indian summer" waltzes in

amazing me, others

once again everyone outdoors

smells of barbecuing meat

knowledge it may very quickly go out 

with the west wind blowing

big grin with every breath

not caring of our longing for yet another warm day

brilliant sunlight bringing autumn richness

knowing of our need for change of the seasons

yet such angst within as the mood swings 

with every touch of winter approaching

winter approaching.

i am amazed at the honking of the geese to the east

water 

gathering geese

hundreds if not more honking

flying in groups silhouetted

in the distance.

i wonder as i make the road trip to city alone

yet with guides, many.

forecast for cloud filled day.

sunlight peeking, beaming through for me

most of my lone way.

i return home

at that golden hour of light perfect.

again wondering at how the light seems for me alone

as the forecast still says cloud prevails.

i offer words of praise, thanksgiving

observing more silhouettes, ducks, yet more ducks.

water sparkling as the wheels take me by.

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i mimic the chickadees high above in the trees

as once again i try to snatch moments outdoors

often with warm jacket about me as i waited too long those days 

to honour myself.

morning walks are about donning cabled gray tights

sage green cords, warm sweaters, denimy blue "barn" jacket, also in cord

blundstone boots, those favourite stripey mittens, lost one found, though not by me

and red soft hat. not usually my colour but being brave these days.

besides, it was handy.

as the wind continues
so i continue to wonder
wishing for more wandering through nature, mindfulness, creating.
some day some time.

 angel blessings dear ones.