Cakes and Tea – Kathleen’s Blog

  n n n ​​Autumn sunlight sifts Through willow leaves; an egret Quietly descends. ​ ​After more than two years of struggling with the Coronavirus

  Autumn’s arrival is a joyous event in every year, and this year, cooler mornings and cleaner air are especially welcome after unprecedented heat waves,

  ​Tiny lizards dart Through fallen plumerias At summer’s hot end. September is here, but in many areas, the heat remains, along with the drought

  Even as they start To wilt, the gardenias scent The damp evening air. As August rolls around, slowly I may add, those of us

  A family eats in The back yard; the scent of sweet Potatoes, roasting. Summer is full of celebrations, and that means dessert! Most of

  June’s yellow moon floats Above the windy sky and The high, crashing sea. Summer is here and everything has changed. Those of us who

  ​Sunlight breaks through the Clouds and sparkles on lemons In a crystal bowl. Lemons, along with tea, are among the many precious gifts that

  As April begins, The thrush calls and buds appear On the old orchids.   ​​On Palm Sunday, a Woman kneels in the dirt to

  ​Yellow mustard blooms Near a field of sheep. Gentle Rain covers them all. March has arrived, and the calendar tells us that spring is

  February is here, the shortest month of the year and one of the loveliest. It is a time of promise when winter’s dark landscape

  The New Year   The winter solstice rolls by And the lean time comes When the Christmas tree turns brittle And drops its needles,

  The Last Leaf​ ​On the sheepdog’s splendid coat, Softer than a winter hare, And marbled like marshmallow and butterscotch, The last leaf from the

  ​On a coastal farm, Harvesters cut Brussels sprouts In the fog and rain. ​ November is here, and many of us are reflecting on

  Pointing   Autumn approaches With a gauzy gray sky And air cool and tangible, Like a room filled with beings. We step forward After

  “Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! What lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! …†​ These

  In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and