It’s time for another Poetry Friday, this week hosted by the generous and talented Carol LaBuzzetta who hosts her blog: The Apples In My Orchard. Thank you, Carol!
!Today I’ve been thinking about time and how seasons change. That’s appropriate I suppose as we are in a time of political change that I can hardly keep up with. I’m so proud of the American People for showing up for the elections! A wonderful gift to celebrate on this week’s Veteran’s Day.
First I’ll show you some embroidery on some linen scraps I’ve been doing. Not sure what I’ll use it for, but something for my grandson who I’ll see soon at Christmas. What will it be? A pillow or wall hanging? I get a great deal of inspiration from Mary Lee Hahn whose work I love!
Today as I stitched, I thought about the weather. I’d written previously about the beauty of the cusp between seasons, those transient changes that occur as one season becomes another. It’s here if you would like to read that poem. Today I’m feeling this about seasons:
READY FOR THE NIGHT
For weeks now
cooler air has rattled magenta trees
and geese flew south like arrows.
But now, today, in the hills
cold rain has turned to snow
and bare trees
have become gnarled hands
against the black horizon
outside my window
before dinner.
The season isn't changing.
I call it changed.
Winter moved in
dressed for a long night,
feet up on the coffee table.
© Janice Scully 2026
I’ve been reading some books for adult readers one is CASTE by Isabel Wilkerson who completely amazed me as a non-fiction story teller. I understand America better after reading it. Also Whistler, by Anne Pachett was a wonderful fictional story about complicated relations within a contemporary family. So many books of all genres. Can’t wait for my next reading adventure.
Have a great weekend!