“I will bless the Lord who has given me counsel; my heart also instructs me in the night seasons. Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved. Psalm 16:7-8
As Winter Comes…
September’s bustling chatter
echoes throughout the wood.
The drone of slick-back crickets,
whizzing of late cicadas,
and jabbering of sly chipmunks;
resound and ring in humid air.
Hydrangea’s bow bulky, blushing heads
and stately goldenrod glimmers
attracting bustling bumblebees
loading pollen for the making.
Time trickles with all things.
A babe is born and old men die.
September comes…
and goes as geese fly south.
Yet, He remains at my side.
Patti Wolf 