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Jack-Be-Nimble
Summer is a candle
In a golden stick,
A yellow, yellow candle
With a poppy wick.
A yellow, yellow candle
That burns a lovely while,
Till autumn comes a-running
Down a purple mile.
Till autumn comes a-running
With a windy shout,
And vaults the golden candlestick,
And blows the poppy out.
~Kitchen Sonnets, by Ethel Romig Fuller
Oregon poet laureate (1957-1965)
Is anyone else looking forward to cooler days?
I love the anticipation of summer, but by now feel like those wilted flowers above.
Opening my house up in the early hour gives the promise of cooler days, but still the heat and humidity of the mid day hour is stifling. Hoping for "autumn comes a-running".
And here we are at the end of August. Children are returning to school. And those of us that no longer have children to send off with backpacks filled are dreaming of sitting by the warmth of a cool nights fire. But first let's take another walk outdoors and surround ourselves with the wilted flowers of summer. Let's delight in the day and drink plenty of cool water.
Welcome to a new week, dear friends!
