Yesterday afternoon when Steve got home, he suggested a walk. What a beautiful day! Our walk was for relaxation and appreciation, not for exercise. We chatted with neighbors, met their grandchildren, and even ran into a man I’d taught when he was in third grade. Lovely! So sweet of Steve to suggest it at an unusual time of day for us.
We kept talking about how September sun feels different from other times of year. So I was prompted to dig out this poem I wrote a few years ago. My writing a poem is as rare as our mid-afternoon walk.
Warmth without burning, light without glare–
All the heartaches and joys of the passing months
nestle in the glow of the
September is where I linger.
The winter lies ahead, but for now I enjoy
God’s peace with faith and love and laughter.
I have friends who have reached December;
It’s comforting to see that the white on their heads,
like winter’s snow,
obscures landscape scars.
All the experience of my years coalesces
To sustain my peace
in the September sun.
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