This popped into my head a few days ago in response to a blog post I read. I thought I would share here. Hopefully this will become a regular weekly thing. We’ll see. For now, I hope you enjoy.
Summer’s End
The golden summer glow
Fades to autumn’s golden leaves.
Then the first hints of snow
Shine silver on the eaves.
The future lies in shadow,
But the fire now is warm.
The harvest is uncertain,
But my heart still is calm.
When comes the storm before us?
When blows the bitter wind?
It comes like each day dawning
And goes with each night’s end.
Look up, hope shines above you,
It never fades away.
The storm can only hide it,
Never blow its light away.
“A Touch of Hope” and “Summer’s End” copyright © 2022 by Heather Strickler, all rights reserved.
Very good. Both the picture and poem are soothing to the soul.
I’m glad you enjoyed them. Wish I could claim credit for the picture, but I can’t.
Hey, Heather, I really liked your poem. Makes me think about the old times, when such things as the seasons could decide the fate of entire nations.
Makes one think how easy we have it these days, when we can fight drought with drop watering systems. Transform an infertile land with fertilizer, and other techniques. Where we don’t have to use a fire to warm ourselves anymore, but can simply turn on a switch, and the air conditioning will do the job.
I suppose that we are lucky to live in this day and age.