An August Blog


As I write this, the sounds of beautiful music fill my kitchen.

The smell of a pot meal fires my hunger.

Outside the birds sing their roosting song, and

A tap splashes softly as I contemplate the year.


Summer sighs with winds that promise cooler days –

in spite of yellowed grasses,

It never quite reached its promise.

Yet I find gratitude for all I have learnt, and the laughter I hear as an echo.


For beyond the shadows that hurt

the laughter bubbles its effervescent stream –

if I listen hard enough.

Have a good August, and may you find full laughter.