That was a close call. Treading the fine line between Life and Death, Fair and Freezing, you fend off the Frost with a heart warmed by the sun of summers past. Dare you exhale? Beads of perspiration mark your night of tormented hopes and fragile fears. But night broke, and with it, the danger. You…
That was a close call.
Treading the fine line between
Life and Death,
Fair and Freezing,
you fend off the Frost
with a heart warmed by the sun
of summers past.
Dare you exhale?
Beads of perspiration mark your
night of tormented hopes
and fragile fears.
But night broke,
and with it, the danger.
You are free to bloom
another day…
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Oh my goodness…This speaks so personally and oh so timely! Thanks dear heart for sharing!
It was about the closest as I’ve seen to freezing without freezing! It dipped below the freezing mark but there was enough dew that frost must have dissolved harmlessly away. Now we are slated to have a few more days of warmer weather – so I will have time to pick all the peppers and tomatoes etc before the next one comes! It’s that time of year…. *sigh*
Where do you live Melody. I’m in WV…haven’t had frost yet. Like you some warm days and nights getting cooler. The frost will be here before we know it. Love the change os seasons!
I’m up in Saskatchewan, Canada – we have a pretty harsh gardening environment to contend with – and yet, can still grow lovely things.
My husband says it’s beautiful there…tho we’ve never been. If your garden is an example of it’s beauty…then its a rare beauty indeed!
We have no mountains, or lush growth – but we have the beauty of the farmland, and north of here is riddled with lakes and forests, rocks and hills. We have some of the greatest sunsets (harvest dust brings out incredible colours this time of year!) Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder, right? 🙂
Sound lovely…and sometimes we have to behold His face before we recognise the beauty around us!
Very true, Glenda, very true. We miss a lot waiting for that ‘something else’ that just might never come, don’t we?
Yes, we need to embrace the moments…no matter how hard and press on!
My fave time of the blog day, is when I come here to read your poems, Melody. This one is “excruciatingly” beautiful (I think you “get” that, as I do). God bless you Big–love, Caddo
Thank you. And I came close to not writing today – I was draggy and groggy this morning! Wow, was it worth the effort to be excruciatingly beautiful! 🙂
Now see??!! God always tells me “showing up” at the blog is “not an option”–it’s my job, my calling, and my fellowship (mutual). So unless I’m legitimately sick, I have to drag my groggy brain out here–and am usually rewarded and blessed! (‘Course, you have job and family responsibilities, so I’m sure He gives you a pass!) Much love, C
Interesting – I haven’t thought of blogging as part of my ‘job’ per se – just thought of it as fun. Maybe it IS part of my job? That’s a nice thought…
I can only speak for myself, Melody–it IS Fun; but not having a “real job”, I joke that it’s my “famous author job” (people close to me understand that I’m not being as immodest as that sounds!).
There is something to it, though, all levity aside.
I agree–part of the ministry of the brethren, eh?
Indeed! Love your Canadianese at the end, there… 🙂
Indeed! Love your Canadianese at the end, there… 🙂
Yes, I’m so multi-lingual you know (Not)! Being so close to B.C., there’s plenty of Canadian influence–and my sister dated a guy from there for awhile, so…
So you’re almost an honorary Canadian, then! 🙂
Not sure–how would that fit with my half-Cajun roots? I’m sounding more and more like a “mutt”!! Ah well, I never aspired to be a purebred!!
Beautiful poem and an amazing shot! Great job on both:)
Thank you! 🙂
I love your poems that have a deeper layer and meaning to them, to me anyway! So glad the frost didn’t get this beauty . .. and that you got a poem out of it too! God bless you!
Thank you, Debbie! I’m glad you get more than surface value, because they usually have more layers of meaning to me, too! 🙂
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