Friday, October 03, 2008

I Don't Want Summer to Leave

"Still Life"

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My First summer in the mountains has been heavenly. The weather never got too hot and there was usually a gentle breeze whispering through the trees.

As I watch Dave stack our winter wood and gather our kindling, I continue to deny the arrival of fall. It has always been my favorite season and yet even our ripening apples do not excite me. I feel fall's silent approach in the crisp morning air beckoning me forward.

Transitions

New beginnings come, reluctantly
like fall giving in to winters claim.
Winds sweeping away the dead of
fall, a shifting of life, a new day.

We have started anew, joyously
as our dreams drift like snowflakes
filling the trees with possibilities.
Blanketing us in quiet solitude.

The magic of Spring will come
whispering through the pines.
Rooted deeply in love, growth
emerging stronger in change.

Reflections on a summers eve
become blossoms of hope.
Opening to possibilities, joyfully
of living in the moment.

By Tammy

My wrist has been seen by an Orthopedist and he disagreed with the Radiologist. He took his own pictures and my wrist is NOT broken. Yayy!

23 comments:

Carly said...

Oh Tammy

What a beautiful story you tell with pictures and words. Sigh. Lovely, just lovely. Thank you for playing along, and always brightening my day.

Carly :)

Queen-Size funny bone said...

Makes me want to reach right out and pluck one of those apples and give em a bite.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Yayy! This is a lovely poem, Robin, full of beautiful imagery and thoughts!

Anonymous said...

yayay on the wrist!
Love the poem, it depicts the loss of summer perfectly!

JP/deb said...

What beautiful optimism is woven throughout this poem ... transitions can be inspiring and awesome.

Happy to hear the wrist is not broken! Sending love & friendship, JP/deb

Forgetfulone said...

That picture is gorgeous! And your poem is eloquent. Glad your wrist isn't broken.

Anonymous said...

Hello my friend,
You photos and words are like a beautiful gift. Your blog always makes me feel so happy. What a talent you have.
So glad the wrist is not broken. I hope it feels better.
XXXXXXXXX

TJ said...

We have started anew, joyously
as our dreams drift like snowflakes
filling the trees with possibilities.
Blanketing us in quiet solitude.
BEAUTIFUL!
You have grown in expression...I love the writer in Tammy!
Love you,
TJ

Geraldine said...

So glad your wrist is ok Tammy.

Lovely evocative poem and photo.

I love Autumn so don't feel that way about this season. The colors alone are enough for me to be enchanted.

Hugs to you and Dave, G

emmapeelDallas said...

I'm so glad your wrist isn't broken! I'm sorry I missed your call. I think I must have slept through the phone ringing (so I needed that sleep!). I love the pic and the poem. Good post, Tammy!

XO

Judi

Nancy said...

Hey girl,
Wrist, broken or not...you take good care of it, ya hear?

Wondering why the apples don't excite you. Are you dreading the winter? Fall is my favorite time as long as I stay put right in the moment.

Talk soon.

Love you,
Nance

Robbin said...

Beautiful poem from your biggest fan!

Chris said...

Interesting thoughts on the seasons. I am personally loving Autumn...well, the little bit of it I get to see right now.

Far Side of Fifty said...

Hi Tammy, Beautiful apples and a touching poem..Thank you! :)

Karen Funk Blocher said...

Oh, nice! I love the delicate colors of these apples. It's so unusual to see this lovely dusky pink instead of red. And the way you've composed the shot, it looks as if the apples arranged themselves on the branch in anticipation of your camera. Well done!

Kiva said...

There is nothing better than apples still ripening on the tree. Beautiful shot to go with an evocative writing.

daisies said...

i love this time of year though am not looking forward to the next season whispering not so quietly in the wind ... which is why i took all those apples and made applesauce to heat up on cold snow nights, shiver ;-)

Far Side of Fifty said...

Tammy, Nice to meet you also! Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog!:)

Giggles said...

Your writing is such a treat to read. The apple picture is stunning. I love Fall myself and it's late this year. I hope we're able to enjoy it before winter blows in!

Hugs Sherrie

Giggles said...

Happy dance knowing your wrist is not broken. Hope it heals quickly!

Hugs Giggles

Jan AKA Wammy said...

Glad you go good news...take it easy and heal quickly. I have herd that a sprain/bruise is sometimes worse than an actual break.

Your apples on the tree make me want to go to the orchard and pick about a bushel. The look delicious!

Martha said...

That's a real treat for me to see - I'm in Florida, nothing but oranges growing around here ;-)

Beautiful entry to go with the photo.

rebecca said...

what lovely prose and poetry, tammy. you can tell it's coming from a place that deeply touches your soul. i miss you my sweet and i do so love coming here to always grab a bit of your sunshine.

((hugs))
rebecca