Spring is a time of new beginnings,
When nature begins a New Year,
A time of new births and stronger feelings;
A new age - the judgment day humanity fears.
Summer is a time of growing,
A time for nature's beauty to mature.
This is the time of empire building,
When the new civilization looks to the future.
Fall and winter - times of harvesting and dying;
When nature is at its lowest ebb.
Civilization is in decay - awaiting a Divine Manifestation,
When true civilization appears dead.
Thus civilization and nature follow the same law,
God's law.
This poem is also posted in my writing.com journal Writing in Snow.
Showing posts with label fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fall. Show all posts
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Saturday, March 04, 2017
We All Fall Down
Jalál (Glory), 4 ‘Alá’ (Loftiness), 173 BE - Saturday, March 4, 2017 CE about 2:02 PM Pacific Standard Time
We all fall down
We don't have to get up right away,
But there's now use staying forever
On the ground.
We all fall down
Say a prayer for forgiveness
And then push or pull yourself up.
We all fall down
So while you're down there
Look around
Is there something you can pick up?
We all fall down
Do you see someone else
Struggling to get up?
We all fall down
Don't just sit there looking around
Find someone else
To help up.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Midweek Reflections: On Late Winter in Las Vegas
Idal (Justice), 5 Mulk (Dominion), 171 BE - Wednesday, February 11, 2015 about 4:50 pm Pacific Standard Time
It doesn't feel like winter in Las Vegas. The temperature today was in the low seventies with scattered clouds. When I went to the grocery store about 10:30 am I wore a light sweater over my dress. I don't think I needed the sweater outside, but I did in the grocery store. It gets a bit nippy in the store especially in the frozen food department. I purchased some frozen berries to go with my breakfast or to eat as a snack.
I looked for some fresh okra or frozen okra, but the store I went to didn't have either. I will have to go to another store further south on Maryland Parkway to get the frozen okra. Maybe I will check at the Mexican supermarket to see if they have fresh okra. I prefer fresh okra, but the fresh frozen works just as well when frying and it's a bit cheaper then the fresh okra. I don't think I will go tomorrow, but you never know.
It is late winter here in Las Vegas, but it feels like early spring or fall. That is why I thought about purchasing okra. When I eat fried okra it reminds me of Oklahoma. My grandfather always planted okra in his garden. My grandmother would fix fried okra as long as we could pick it. I don't remember her canning the okra so I don't purchase canned okra. I can fix the fresh or fresh frozen okra easier, even when I don't fry it, then the canned okra.
I am enjoying the springlike weather here. I just hope it doesn't suddenly get cold because I h ave not turned on the warm air in about seven or eight days. I like it when I don't have to turn on the warm or cold air because I can have the door open most of the day without it getting either too hot or too cold in my apartment.
It doesn't feel like winter in Las Vegas. The temperature today was in the low seventies with scattered clouds. When I went to the grocery store about 10:30 am I wore a light sweater over my dress. I don't think I needed the sweater outside, but I did in the grocery store. It gets a bit nippy in the store especially in the frozen food department. I purchased some frozen berries to go with my breakfast or to eat as a snack.
I looked for some fresh okra or frozen okra, but the store I went to didn't have either. I will have to go to another store further south on Maryland Parkway to get the frozen okra. Maybe I will check at the Mexican supermarket to see if they have fresh okra. I prefer fresh okra, but the fresh frozen works just as well when frying and it's a bit cheaper then the fresh okra. I don't think I will go tomorrow, but you never know.
It is late winter here in Las Vegas, but it feels like early spring or fall. That is why I thought about purchasing okra. When I eat fried okra it reminds me of Oklahoma. My grandfather always planted okra in his garden. My grandmother would fix fried okra as long as we could pick it. I don't remember her canning the okra so I don't purchase canned okra. I can fix the fresh or fresh frozen okra easier, even when I don't fry it, then the canned okra.
I am enjoying the springlike weather here. I just hope it doesn't suddenly get cold because I h ave not turned on the warm air in about seven or eight days. I like it when I don't have to turn on the warm or cold air because I can have the door open most of the day without it getting either too hot or too cold in my apartment.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
On a Windy Sunday in September
Jamál (Beauty), 15 ‘Izzat (Might), 170 BE - Sunday, September 22, 2013 about 6:47 AM Pacific Daylight Time
The wind is blowing between at 15 to 20 mph. I do not know how fast it is blowing, but I know it is fast enough to slam the patio door and make the limbs of the oleanders move. Since the dead limb on the pine tree, in the front yard, was cut off last week I do not have to worry about it falling across the drive way.
oleander limbs
waving in the morning wind
a new week begins
I did not turn turn the television on this morning. I checked the weather.com for the information on wind speeds. According to the information on that website, the UV index in Las Vegas is "very high" and the humidity is 32 percent. As I look out my living room window, I can see that the sky is partly cloudy, but I have to go back to the website to find the temperature. Right now the temperature is a nice 64 degrees Fahrenheit.
Sunday wind and clouds
a nice day in Las Vegas
autumn temperatures
I think the autumnal equinox occurs about 1:44 pm local time. This morning, when I went outside pick up the newspaper, it felt like fall. It is time for me to start hot coffee instead of iced. The temperatures are becoming cooler, so I need a hot beverage to warm me up in the morning. I plan on finishing off the iced coffee today and washing the ice cube trays I use to make my coffee ice.
The wind is blowing between at 15 to 20 mph. I do not know how fast it is blowing, but I know it is fast enough to slam the patio door and make the limbs of the oleanders move. Since the dead limb on the pine tree, in the front yard, was cut off last week I do not have to worry about it falling across the drive way.
oleander limbs
waving in the morning wind
a new week begins
I did not turn turn the television on this morning. I checked the weather.com for the information on wind speeds. According to the information on that website, the UV index in Las Vegas is "very high" and the humidity is 32 percent. As I look out my living room window, I can see that the sky is partly cloudy, but I have to go back to the website to find the temperature. Right now the temperature is a nice 64 degrees Fahrenheit.
Sunday wind and clouds
a nice day in Las Vegas
autumn temperatures
I think the autumnal equinox occurs about 1:44 pm local time. This morning, when I went outside pick up the newspaper, it felt like fall. It is time for me to start hot coffee instead of iced. The temperatures are becoming cooler, so I need a hot beverage to warm me up in the morning. I plan on finishing off the iced coffee today and washing the ice cube trays I use to make my coffee ice.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Midweek Reflictions on Autumn
‘Idál (Justice), 11 ‘Izzat (Might), 170 BE - Wednesday, September 18, 2013 about 11:35 AM Pacific Daylight Time
The Autumnal Equinox occurs on Saturday, September 22, 2013 at 4:44 PM Eastern Daylight Time, which is 1:44 PM Pacific Daylight Time. According to The Old Farmer's Almanac, this is the time the sun crosses the celestial equator. Equinox is a Latin word meaning "equal night".
Autumnal Equinox
brings cooler days and memories
of my childhood.
When I was a child, I always looked forward to the first day of fall. The days became cooler and we began harvesting Grandpa's garden. This mean digging potatoes and picking all sorts of homegrown vegetables. Grandma would can the vegetables and Grandpa would put the potatoes in the root cellar or storm cellar.
Digging potaotoes
anticipating a crunchy reward
childhood memories.
Once the potatoes were all dug, Grandpa would cut one or two so that we could eat a raw potato with salt and pepper. I can still remember the way the potato crunched when I chewed it and how it tasted in my mouth. I probably was not crazy about digging the potatoes, but now those memories are precious because of the time spent with my Grandparents.
The Autumnal Equinox occurs on Saturday, September 22, 2013 at 4:44 PM Eastern Daylight Time, which is 1:44 PM Pacific Daylight Time. According to The Old Farmer's Almanac, this is the time the sun crosses the celestial equator. Equinox is a Latin word meaning "equal night".
Autumnal Equinox
brings cooler days and memories
of my childhood.
When I was a child, I always looked forward to the first day of fall. The days became cooler and we began harvesting Grandpa's garden. This mean digging potatoes and picking all sorts of homegrown vegetables. Grandma would can the vegetables and Grandpa would put the potatoes in the root cellar or storm cellar.
Digging potaotoes
anticipating a crunchy reward
childhood memories.
Once the potatoes were all dug, Grandpa would cut one or two so that we could eat a raw potato with salt and pepper. I can still remember the way the potato crunched when I chewed it and how it tasted in my mouth. I probably was not crazy about digging the potatoes, but now those memories are precious because of the time spent with my Grandparents.
Friday, September 21, 2012
The Last Day of Summer
Istiqlal (Independence), 14 Izzat (Might), 169 B.E. - Friday, September 21, 2012 about 5:38 PM Pacific Time.
It is the last day of summer, tomorrow morning at 7:49 AM Pacific Fall begins. As I look out my living room window, I see clouds gathering in the sky. They are not rainclouds, but the carry enough moisture so that the humidity is noticeable. I also see the contrail of a jet, its white vapor mixing with the last clouds of summer.
I look forward to autumn because the temperatures are lower, which means the power bill will be lower. It cost a lot to cool the house in summer and to heat the house in winter. In spring and fall we use the air conditioning less. We have a heat pump to keep the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. I know enough about the unit to set the required temperature on the thermostat, to turn the unit off or on, and change the filter. If the unit requires anything else, I call a professional.
It is the last day of summer, Mom is asleep and the house is silent. The man who maintains my yard carried three trashcans to the curb, so that the garbage trucks can pick them up tomorrow. I still have on trashcan in the garage to roll to the curb tomorrow. Since it is a plastic rolling trashcan and I do not have to pick it up, I can handle it by myself.
It is the last day of summer, tomorrow morning at 7:49 AM Pacific Fall begins. As I look out my living room window, I see clouds gathering in the sky. They are not rainclouds, but the carry enough moisture so that the humidity is noticeable. I also see the contrail of a jet, its white vapor mixing with the last clouds of summer.
I look forward to autumn because the temperatures are lower, which means the power bill will be lower. It cost a lot to cool the house in summer and to heat the house in winter. In spring and fall we use the air conditioning less. We have a heat pump to keep the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. I know enough about the unit to set the required temperature on the thermostat, to turn the unit off or on, and change the filter. If the unit requires anything else, I call a professional.
It is the last day of summer, Mom is asleep and the house is silent. The man who maintains my yard carried three trashcans to the curb, so that the garbage trucks can pick them up tomorrow. I still have on trashcan in the garage to roll to the curb tomorrow. Since it is a plastic rolling trashcan and I do not have to pick it up, I can handle it by myself.
Monday, September 22, 2008
The first day of fall
Kamál (Perfection), 15 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Monday, September 22, 2008 about 6:05 PM Pacific Time
It's the first day of fall and leaves should be transforming from green to beautiful oranges, yellows and reds. They aren't because this is Las Vegas and we haven't had a freeze yet. I love the colors of autumn leaves. They remind me of my childhood and my grandparents' house in Blackwell, Oklahoma.
A cottonwood tree in the front yard of my grandparents' house, in the spring and summer it had beautiful shiny green leaves. In the autumn, right after the first freeze the leaves turned yellow and began to fall. Not all of the leaves fell some of them remained on the tree all winter. Those that remained were either brown or yellow. I remember in winter, when the wind blew those leaves would make noise. They rustled as the wind blew, this happened every year. Finally, in the spring when the new leaves were budding, the old ones would fall off.
Yellow cottonwood
leaves descend to the cold ground
scattered by the wind.
Grandfather raked them
into huge piles for burning
on a windless day.
It's the first day of fall and leaves should be transforming from green to beautiful oranges, yellows and reds. They aren't because this is Las Vegas and we haven't had a freeze yet. I love the colors of autumn leaves. They remind me of my childhood and my grandparents' house in Blackwell, Oklahoma.
A cottonwood tree in the front yard of my grandparents' house, in the spring and summer it had beautiful shiny green leaves. In the autumn, right after the first freeze the leaves turned yellow and began to fall. Not all of the leaves fell some of them remained on the tree all winter. Those that remained were either brown or yellow. I remember in winter, when the wind blew those leaves would make noise. They rustled as the wind blew, this happened every year. Finally, in the spring when the new leaves were budding, the old ones would fall off.
Yellow cottonwood
leaves descend to the cold ground
scattered by the wind.
Grandfather raked them
into huge piles for burning
on a windless day.
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