Salton City, August. Weather coming in, I hear the thunder getting closer. I hope it will clear before I go out for an arts meeting this evening!
Yes, 9 days since I blogged – I’ve been on the road for most of those. I have seen a lot of skies, a lot of roads and was astonished by Mount Shasta – whose awesome beauty I was unprepared for.
While I was in Bellevue, WA, there was a lull at the fair, during which I was able to add to my list of sonnets. One step further to that bucket list item.
The upper leaves spread up to gather light
The lower leaves reach out to seek the sun
The branches stretch and grow with all their might
Until leaves redden when the summer’s done.
The colorful flowers that bloomed bright in the spring
Are now brown crisps around a precious seed
that wait for autumn’s winds to find their wings
and fly to other grounds that might just lead
to sprouting from the earth when spring returns,
to rooting and to spreading and to growth
into a new tree; life’s desire thus burns
for life itself will not succeed with sloth.
Look at a tree and it will show you how
To plan tomorrow just by doing now.