Air commands youth from all who breathe
The sun confers young titles. Don't rest upon your laurels though,
There's a price to pay for weather
The tithe for all this wonder
Get out, get moving, breathe in deep, it demands you do it now.
Harvest, gather, bring things in. Collect it, put it by.
It's perfect out there just right now, the best it ever will be
Alas it will be something else quite soon
And that is just plain over.
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Great shots, especially the Cedar Waxwing..:-))
Boo hoo, sob...I so understand.
Linda
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Ed, thanks, I was down by the driveway picking herbs and he was very curious and came real close.
Linda, not ready for the end of this weird and unsatisfying excuse for summer. Summer is supposed to be l-o-n-g.....
Oh Marianne. We surely share this dread. Even on these recent fine August days . . something different in the light . . .
The robin’s song is tarnished
when she sees the sumac dripping red.
Her heart begins a minor key,
looking north at what may be.
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