Monday Morning Musings:
The Important Things
“But the important thing about the sky is that it is always there.”
Margaret Wise Brown, The Important Book
Under a Van Gogh dawn–
in quiet pockets, that many never see,
deer and turkeys frolic,
have picnics on the beach
they are there–
as egret clouds spread their wings
across a river of blue jay blue,
even if unseen
the sunflowers grow and
the honey flows
as light that begins to fade,
but is captured in a golden stream
and apples into it dipped.
Red and gold replace the green
and hawk-chased squirrels taunt and scream
and gather nuts for future dreams,
these are all important things.
Now, we walk–
a moment fixed in time
the past captured in hearts and minds
not knowing what will be, but lives intertwined
despite shadows before us and behind.
Tall Pines State Preserve
All can be lost in a flash of heron’s wing–
but feathers are strong,
even when tossed
and the phoenix rises again from ash,
these are things swept but kept—
the traces of stars, dinosaurs to birds’ song.
Last year on Labor Day we celebrated Rosh Hashanah. With the Covid numbers high, we didn’t gather with family, but we had visited a sunflower festival and had the traditional foods. We also went to a winery last Labor Day weekend, as we did this year—except proceeds last year went to help the people and businesses affected by the tornado that had roared through a few days before. This week we live-streamed a Loudon Wainwright III concert from the City Winery in NYC. (We actually watched the replay the next night.) We saw my sister-niece and her husband live at our house, which was so wonderful that I forgot to take photos, and we went to William Heritage Winery on Saturday. On Sunday morning, we walked at Tall Pines State Preserve, which was full of late summer wildflowers.