A summer morning at Aldersea (our farm home)--
through the eyes of my bride.
Still blue sky
Early hush of summer in the morning
All in bloom
Heavy with dew
Heavy with honeysuckle sweet.
Quiet but for early rising barking—intermittent--
And the rooster next door
And birds busy in the branches
Of the willow.
The sun, with deliberation, crests our farm poplars
Lined up behind the barn,
Warm on my face,
In chill dewy air.
Very young, greeting a
Blue sky morning like this
Silenced, awed with
At your expansive beauty, Creator God.)
Welcome, fine day.
© August 2011 by Melissa J. Robbins
Several weeks ago,
I was in a parade for the first time in my life . . .
The nose of the award-winning Perry Pallet float