After Monday and Tuesday's tempestuous weather
Wednesday was a dream!
The sky is like a sapphire bowl
Tipped way up, upside down
The maple, like a parasol
Or queen with golden crown
The zinnia, like a lucent brooch
On azure collar pinned
The afternoon, a gleaming coach
Drawn by a sassy wind
The shadows like a tattered quilt
As holes begin to show
Where overhead autumnal gilt
Drifts earthward like leaf-snow
Where just to be alive is like
A gift twilight soon steals
The hour like a shiny bike
About to lose its wheels
The orchard filled with trees picked bare
Like ghost-towns lost to time
Save for a ladder here and there
Left for dreamers to climb
© Janet Martin
(this photo not taken yesterday
hence the gray backdrop)
this morning looks like another gem in autumn's crown!
This is the day the Lord hath made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it!
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.