Garden of Milk and Honey

All Aboard!

Off to see the colors of autumn

 in the countryside

two weeks ago

All cozy after playing musical seats

 for the best window view

I can now boast that I've regrettably viewed the seamier side of Chattanooga for nearly half the trip to escape it.  

Turnabout at the tiny town of Summerville

where NOTHING'S happening...

absolutely nothing.

Autumn leaves in all their glory

seem to be a week down the road..

pooh!

BUT

Today autumn is coming and going on the wings of angels in my garden.

dogwood

saffron crocus

paten asters

Funnel spider web with rain drops

dogwood

one lonely fall blooming flower

bellflower

northern oak

garden of milk and honey

aging towards winter rest

your squirrels busy themselves

hiding a bounty of hickory's

from all the neighboring trees

heisting fat sunflower hearts

off of the old deck railing

from the mouths of hungry birds

leaf litter softly crunches

two wrens in heated pursuit

of hiding crickets and moths

honeybees on their last quest

among lavender crocus

heavy with golden pollen

mockingbird waits by feeder

among the baring branches

the old cedar by the street

harbors the cardinals roost

dog with man walks briskly by

a glance at dying gardens

all he allows himself to see

as crisp air speeds them along

pale yellow, soft tangerine,

lush orange, and crimson leaves,

drop soft like phantom raindrops

to blanket the ground in warmth

for the cold that lies ahead

we huddle on concrete bench

with woolen coats buttoned tight

stubbornly holding onto

that last ray of cold sunlight

yearning souls quietly hushed

no sadness, no tears to shed

this end the new beginning

preparing this ancient earth

for her new awakening

on the tail end of next March

garden of hope and triumph

garden of loss and rebirth

garden of milk and honey

goodnight

sleep tight

and

sweet dreams

Vic's birthday celebration

a month ago