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Sparrow Migration

Sunday morning rolled in weary.
A flock of sparrows invade the chokecherry tree. How they flutter and chatter
The crickets chirp in the fields now. Soon it will be Corn Moon. Gather as ye may.
Oh! The summer season is passing already! The migration is starting!

The cardinal returns to the hydrangea. The woodpecker peeps louder.
The chicka-dee-dee-dee sails in. It’s time, It’s time, It’s time. The earth has moved and so do we. Oh! The fall season is rising already! The trees start to drowse! And so do I. Rest as ye may.

by Frances Ann Wy

“After the Lotus Flowers Have Opened”

The Lotus Flowers on West Lake have opened well.
It’s time to bring the wine!
There’s no need to wave signal flags when all around us are red curtains and green canopies!

We punt our painted boat where the flowers are thick.
Aroma floats from our golden cups.
Misty rain is light and fine, with a bit of pipe song I go home drunk!

Poem by Ouyang Xiu (1007-1072)

 

 

Simple Gift of Summer

Summer walked through the garden today. The wildness has reached out. Oh blessings upon our humble place with the finding of a feather. It stood out in the grass to be admired. A Northern Flicker has passed by. Remember, she said, it is the harvest time of yellow corn and squash. Lammas is here and summer is in her glory. Enjoy the seeds now grown into bounty for the table.

The cotton tail will be by at dusk. The skunks will stroll through under the moon. The owls have been hoot-hoot-hooting with the stars. The graces of Gaia on this abode. An offering is wanting of cake and wine. My footsteps have wandered far this year, farther to tread with the goddess of yore.

A flicker peeps his song. The bumblebees gather pollen. In my garden is freedom and a friend. I went out to find friends. The feathered messenger asks why go so far when I am right here for you. There is plenty for us here. Stay, I have missed you. The gentleness of her touch in this simple gift of summer.

@FrancesAnnWy2015