Heart Murmur

At fifty-eight my heart began to talk
Life's slings and arrows had taken their toll
Though strong it began to complain
Enough is enough
My heart strained
Enough is enough
Please no more pain
Enough is enough
It said again and again
May life be kind to my heart
Or it may bleed and then drain.

Favorites

May and September

My father’s favorites

Sewing the seeds and reaping their rewards

The miracle of life’s cycle renewing again and again

My dry farmer father lived by those cycles

Watched the rain and almanac reports

Depended on God’s grace to deliver

Faith was the watchword of each equinox

The farmer in me shares those same favorites

May with it’s spring energy bursting buds and seedlings

Rays steaming the soil in my garden boxes

Awakening meadow larks that share their jubilant joy

September’s abundance brings fruits of summer heat

Squash, homegrown tomatoes,cucumbers

Colors rich with shades of Autumn

Ochre, lemon,sienna,crimson treats