Autumn gold

It's another day
the morning sun is greeted by 
sharp crispness in the air.
Harvesting is stretching to it's ending,
winter is drawing near,
in between this passage calls for 
a special time of the year.
We call it Indian summer showing
us the good lord took a light 
feather and brushed all the hills
down below.
As I sit on one of these hills, 
an open book at my feet trying to
steel time pages turn by themselves,

a soft breeze around me help me
imagine a child up on these hills, 

searches the land of his fathers, 

lost in his taught recalling human pains, 

knows that on these hills quietness and solitude,
God helps us to endure.
My eyes are this land window,
peace is found within my soul,
upon these hills of Autumn,
that are strewn with red and gold. 

Mother Nature

Mother nature indulged me today,
a plain day, 
with fleeing clouds 
here and there, quite muggy 
for my taste, still had to go for
a 10,000 steps walk.  I'm the 
little old lady with a camera roaming
the neighborhood & stopping when
I'm tired of walking and my
little faithful camera is always ready
for whatever my eyes sees.
It could be a flower, a child's toy,
a distorted tree or just a leaf that
capture my attention.  Today it was
a little special, I was walking much
slower and I came across something
that we don't see too much in the
city,  a tree with about 20 of these
type of mushrooms. I know that 
they are good for consumption,
but they were too high for me to 
reach, so I first took photos, then
knocked on one's door and asked
if they could come out and help me
take down those mushrooms.

PS: Never consume mushrooms that

you don't know, they can be mortal. 

 

 

known only to him

Just listen to him

 When my eyes behold the stars

This heart of mine is filled with wonder My poor mind cannot grasp their array But the hand that spilled them there All across the wide heaven Had a plan when He placed them that way. Known only to Him Are the great hidden secrets I'll fear not the darkness when my flame shall dim I know not what the future holds But I know who holds the future It's a secret known only to Him. In this world of fear and doubt On my knees I ask the question Why a lonely heavy cross I must bear? Then He tells me in my prayer It's because I am trust worthy He gives me strength far more than my share.

NB: These words were sang by Elvis Presley

and it really is very impressive to listen to.

No tittle yet

I'm hiding from the curious
floating away to a nowhere land.
I don't need a boat or a floating board
I need my freedom spirit, 

the sun and the moon 

and a soft cloud for a bed....