Sitting in the kitchen bay window of an evening. Drafts of cool air cascade down for the first time this fall.
Outside, just one insect is calling, slowly, pausing sometimes.
So different from the CACOPHONY of just a few weeks ago.
The Life in this woodland I inhabit now going to sleep for the winter.
Soon to be seemingly fallow, but later actually future flowers with myriad winged and scampering neighbors among them.
Yet the evergreens stay green, reminding us that death is never permanent, but merely waiting, ever greens providing shelter and hope for those expecting spring.
Below the ancient oak
The once mighty leaves, now brown and crumbly, actually
Life turning over a new leaf.
May the coming dark days be warm and fulfilling, and take all to a vital spring.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
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