Dog days ease into sultry evenings.
Fire of day tempers into balm of night.
Brilliant blue dotted with blossoms of white
Transform into majestic tones of sky jewels.
Pine scents the heated air.
Katy dids make an evening song.
Mosquito hawks give way to tiny bats.
Another summer day fades.
Already the trees loosen their hold on leaves.
The dry ground and intense heat weakens the will of all creatures, it seems.
Relief is many weeks away.
Nature does not complain for her own comfort.
Nor will I complain for mine.
I will not question or complain about the weather.
A Greater Master controls such things.
The seasons are His.
I simply observe and acknowledge what I perceive.
Such a limited perception is mine.
It is enough, though, to bring me great satisfaction with many things to ponder.
He even let the rain shower come up the hill today.
Exception to the rule.
Coming from a completely different direction.
Something to reflect deeply upon.
A reminder from Him to me about His blessings.