quietly the week ends



the week ends

one rose blooms

a few yellow leaves

float to the ground

The vintage drawing by Ida Waugh is courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art. The previous owners planted wild roses, and one bloom is at the top of the bush, beyond reach.  Lovely. Blessings and prayers, Ellen

Post updated on August 12, 2015.

27 thoughts on “quietly the week ends

  1. I agree.
    Walking around in my yard, I can feel and hear the poetry in the changing.
    Tired flowers are bending down, and green leaves faded by the summer sun are beginning to shift in color. Tonight the temperature is predicted to drop into the 40s. Summer is gone…..
    On the lighter side, a friend of mine found out that I had recently taken photos of the flowers in my yard—at night. She laughed and said, “Wow! You give your neighbors a lot to talk about. Crazy lady wandering around in the dark, taking photos of things she can barely see!” 🙂


      1. Sometimes I’ll see something in nature and I think there is a poem there but I know nothing at all about writing poetry.


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