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“He who gathers in summer is a wise son,
but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son”, to whom bounty passes quickly.

Summer finds its end when the sun sinks in western skies, and the shadows grow dark in bustling forests filled with frantic scavengers.

Sleep when winter winds bring frigid fields; long emptied of their harvest fruits and now vacant tundras waiting for the hungry Hawk.

Work when the labor is at hand and store for thinner days, so old harvest may carry one through until a new bounty reaches time of reaping.

For “he who gathers in summer is a wise son”, ready to glean wisdom from the Maker of the rich, ripe fruit of the earth.

He who gathers in summer is a wise son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.

Proverb 10:5, from the Bible
P. Wolf, author linking to proverbial poetry at: https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/27/poetics-the-proverbial/

Rejoice in Time of Need

“No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife,” stirring my pot of fish chowder and setting the table in a welcoming way. It is times like these we need each other to endure the trials of life and ensure no one is alone. Katie is coming, she recently lost her husband to suicide and has three children to parent . Mary will be late, her six year old son is at Children’s Hospital waiting for a new kidney. Carla just drove up. She found out that she has cancer and treatment will start early next week. I have no time to weep over the things we are unable to control. The Bible says to weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice.Today we will rejoice the fact that we have each other!

P. Wolf, author linking with dverse’s prompt: http://dversepoets.com/2021/07/19/dverse-prosery-finding-ms-zora-neale-hurston/

Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line.

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No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Zora Neale Hurston

Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.

Romans 12:15
First book in the series, “I Am the Light.” Available on Amazon
Second book in the “I Am the Light” series, should be released on Amazon this fall.

Call of the Bee

Call me to lie down in fragrance.”

D. Margoshes

Echoing past each drop
upon my rusty, tin roof
the scent of spring rain;

quiet honey bee,
no longer hears the sound
buried in the dirt;

as wild roses bloom
their fragile petals fall;
on the soggy earth.

P. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest; available on Amazon

Last year, 40% of honeybee colonies in the US died.

Bee hives cannot sustain themselves without worker bees and would eventually die. This combination of events resulting in the loss of a bee colony has been called Colony Collapse Disorder.

EPA.gov

Scientists point to several causes behind the problem, including global warming, habitat loss, parasites and a class of beekilling insecticides known as neonicotinoids (or neonics)

Environmental.org

Worker Bees: these are all female and their roles are to forage for food (pollen and nectar from flowers), build and protect the hive, clean and circulate air by beating their wings. Workers are the only bees most people ever see flying around outside the hive.

Natgeokids.com
Written for… https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/26/poetics-beginning-at-the-end/

October’s Final Dance

My soul is still

as late October’s

sun glows above

fingered bare branches.

My heart is chilled

as Autumn clings

tightly to daylight.

My mind wanders…

as darken cornfields

twist, trembling their

fibrous dried stalks.

Yet, happiness comes

from chattering oaks

dancing in November.

“Let them praise His name with the dance;

Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.”

Psalm 149:3

https://dversepoets.com/

Why Wolves Howl

Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as time ticks slowly by until the moon, a blood moon, ascends to its highest point in the autumn sky.

When no one listens,
howling wolf calls to another,
as blood moon rises.

Cease listening to instruction, my son,

And you will stray from the words of knowledge.”

Proverbs 19:27
https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/28/haibun-monday-9-28-20-to-the-moon/
It is a myth that wolves howl at a full moon. They howl to communicate at anytime. It is thought people noticed their howling more during a full moon, because extra light brings people out at nighttime. We do a lot of howling in our house even on moonless nights!

No One

… just me

“A man’s heart plans his way,

But the Lord directs his steps.”

Proverbs 16:9

I’ve waited seasons,
through times of bitter cold
months of sweltering heat.

As the red-wings return,
the flight of Canadians 
fly toward southern lands.

I’ve waited seasons,
through times of marketing 
changes, changes, changes.

As publishers pick people,
writers with a popular standing
and social following, I waited.

I’ve waited seasons,
through long decades
of hibernation, like the bear.

But the season for Wolf
has come with self-publishing,
a “no one”, can be heard.

https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/24/mtb-protest-poetry/

Perhaps, a gentle protest after waiting decades to birth a book. Self-publishing has now made it cost efficient and possible. Jemi’s Noble Quest, (Whispers of Messiah) coming soon at Amazon.

Skylark

A quivering lyric
plummeting, plunging;
trilling tune toward
meadow nest!

A warble in wind
tumbling toward field;
feathers rumbling,
trill lingers.

A trumpeter’s tune
melodious melody;
true herald
of bright skies

A caroler’s call,
seized then snatched;
swallowed in firmament.
Skylark higher, higher still!

“Your lovingkindness, Oh Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies.”

Psalms 36:5
Posted for https://dversepoets.com/
A 44 word post including the word “sky”

The Nature of Things

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I drench my pillow with salty tears,
as night shadows loiter – slowly lurk;
till twinkling stars map promising hope.
 
Down woodland lane and sturdy oaks,
past thick meadow spills new growth,
toward endless surf and eternal sands;
 
all so much greater than I am.
There I whisper a longing prayer;
God’s creation with each rising sun.
 
“The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.”
Psalms 19:1

Over at dverse we’re taking a look at nature’s healing touch.

Dirge for a Tree

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my camera’s lens captures unusual qualities
scoured by flood and drought’s full vengeance
a hundred trees, precious trees, now stand dying

lush woodland slipped away, no longer speaks is dying
why is it the present holds hand with faults of past qualities
ripping with revenge, pouring payback and venting vengeance?

wind whipping loose bark from trunk with vengeance
brittle branches breaking, crackling under foot still dying
is tree’s charm mislaid or making way for new emerging qualities?

my eye captures new qualities
with vengeance,
no longer dying

 

Written in Tritinas Form (a,b,c…c,a,b…b,c,a…abc) in reflection to finding beauty in dieing tree and photographing them. Inspired by Emma’s dirge to Summer’s end. Linking up at dVerse.

Garden Sweat

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Today, sweat is upon my brow
cooled by cloudy breeze.
Russian olive trees, in full bloom.
wafts ancient scent in cords.
 
Cake-like dirt clings on my knees,
joints ache from digging.
While crows call, call, call…
and last of cricket frogs simply sing.
 
Their melody is of comfort
for they’ve found a mate;
as little wren sits on nest
built by man-made hands.
 
The garden is my cozy home;
where wild rose stretch and climb
wired peaks I cannot and amethyst
pansies wink then give a little grin.
 
The primrose fades, as does
lacy lilacs busy setting new buds.
What comes of the ‘marrow;
I know not… for its only now.
 
My garden planting, weeding,
tilling, as abundant drops do fall.
refreshing my brow, the earth,
and dance among gay blooms.
 
Today… garden sweat’s upon my brow.

Linking up at dVerse where we are looking at everyday things. The shower felt good!