The sound of the shofar is a divine message
Sent to you and me
Things in the past no longer can be
Because we’re being set free
Hear the sound,
The glorious sound
I participated in an art class today where I created this beautiful masterpiece.
Until a few years ago I lived where the seasons were defined by changes in the weather, flowers blooming or leaves changing color and falling off trees.
Where I live now there is virtually none of the changes. While a major part of the country was being hit left and right with inclement weather, sunshine and record warm temperatures were our portions. Then cold, blustery weather appeared this week much to our chagrin.
Tuesday morning coats, gloves, hat and scarves were snatched from their slumber and assigned to duty. This abrupt change takes some getting used to. Closed shoes or boots have been put in the line up again. No more slipping into cute sandals and showing off the great toe polish. Sleeveless tops give way to bulky sweaters or classy cashmere sweater. Shorts take a back seat to slacks and jeans.
Even though it takes a few moments to adjust to the sudden weather change, I welcome it. Warm weather will show up in spurts, and the short pants and sandals will once again arise.
How’s the weather where you live?
Flowers are blooming
New grass is killing old weeds
Cold has disappeared.
I’m trying my hand at Haiku
The sun shines brightly
The clouds cover intently
What season is it