Sun Yawn

In the last stretch of the day.  The water before us.  Three generations of boys to catch fish. 

 

My youngest and I enjoying the quiet.  

Enjoying the last yawning blooms.  The short season of fall produces one more burst, before winter comes.  Am I ready to see the flowers fade, the green slip away in coming months?  The stillness of winter.  The wind of winter?    

"Summer and Winter
Springtime and Harvest...
Join in all nature in manifold witness
To thy great faithfulness
Mercy and love"

For now the line stretches out on the water.  The sun glowing on our arms and clothes.  Warmth wrapped around us, dragonflies buzzing. 

Thy great faithfulness that will lead us through another season.  Another stretch.  "...Strength for today and a bright Hope for tomorrow."