The language of flowers are known only by God!

He whispers, the sun kisses each petal
obeying his wishes, sharing their

Fragrance with all passing by!

Hope is the thing I
hoped for most
of which I could
not see
Like a bird perched
upon a tree
Just when I thought
I had it it hopped
away from me
And then I heard
a song and 
supposed I caught
a tune
When the wind 
snatched a
flower hiding from
the sun
For HOPE I must 
wait again till it
knocks upon my door💓!  

 

August 9th, 2025
A Celestial Phenomenon!

The Sturgeon Moon!

IN the evening skies
Silently dressed in its
pearly white robe

A celestial body
draws nearer to the earth
than time before
A lesser light outshines
the sun

A yellow moon tinged
with gold
In heavenly meadows
where stars are born

A regal procesion in
all its splendor will
bloom a ‘
‘Flower Moon!’

“GOOD company in a journey makes
the way seem shorter!”
Quote by Izaak Walton 1593 – 1683

Midst a hot August day
And evening shadows
One yellow butterfly
Floats among purple scented
flowers
If I could catch her I would
explain –
‘I know your journey has |

been lonely and your
companions few

I wish for
you a fellow traveler

that wherever you wander
your journey is cut in two!’

Before two paths I stood

One not chosen by many
and traveed by few

And one well traveled in green
grassy woods

. . . And I marveled at this

which one I should choose!

Then as if my shoes were
planted on the less traeled
path

. . . There was no question . . .

. . . Often many from the opposite
direction
would laugh and call me
a fool
And sometimes
I would doubt myself too

. . . Would I have chosen this
path on my own?

But for the lessons learned
I dare not question!

I planted it carefully
and tended it well

In remembrance of him
I watered with love

The summer before
I noticed in the fall
One single rose faded
and fell
As the plant slowly
died
The thorns punctured
my heart all over again
as I cried!

What could I do?

The space reserved was
empty and gone
When in the spring
I noticed a few tiny
leaves with buds of
surprise
Could one little bird
in its flight from above
have dropped a seed of
love for me from the sky?

. . . your huddled masses
– YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE –
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these – the homeless – tempest-tossed to me
“I LIFT UP MY LAMP BESIDE THE GOLDEN DOOR!” *

She is a beacon of light – a national treasure. . . And one of the most recognizable
figures in the world!
Each year millions who cherish her ideals make
the journey to experience her history and grandeur –

THE STATUE OF LIBERTY 🗽

Of all the flowers –
The bright sunny yellow sunflowers
stand straight and tall
In meadow, vale and the strangest
places, spreading happiness with their
funny faces

And when day is done with their
faces bowed down – waking
at the rising of the sun
Their seeds of harvest bring tears of
joy with their vials of oil
Feeding the world!

I came across a tree that was
lifeless and had no purpose
that I could see
And I thought and wondered why
had not someone taken pity and
cut it down before it died?

And then one day as I walk by
a fluttere of wings by me
fly
And to my surprise upon a limb
some caring one had hung a
feeder of seed and bread
hidden from the sun
Yellow birds
Black birds
Red and white ones as well
all are fellows dining as one

And to me new life the tree
seems to receive
And I am given hope
– When I feel helpless as a tree
left half dead
– Broken limb by limb
– Until it seems from me
all life has fled

Like a tree cut down I can sprout
again!
Am I not as a beggar telling
other beggars where to find
the bread

Or will, I like a careless neighbor
by a tree that seems dead to me
Walk right on by?

“For there is hope for a tree
when it is cut down that
it will sprout again”
Book of Job