Nestled in Quietude
" The hush comes with
the deepening of autumn;
but it comes gradually.
Our ears are attuned to it,
day by quieter day.
But even now if one awakens
in the deep darkness of the
small hours,
one can hear it,
a foretaste of winter silence."
{Hal Borland}
These sweet November days...
the world outside my window
slowing falling into slumber.
the world inside our cozy home
finding a deeper quiet.
All is solemn and stillness.
All is peace and patience.
" It was November -
the month of crimson sunsets,
parting birds,
deep, sad hymns of the sea,
passionate wind songs in the pines."
{L.M. Montgomery}
These dear, much-loved November days...
the world outside my window feels fretful,
uncertain, wavering between the
warmth of late autumn and chill of early winter.
I watch with patience for snow to frost the near mountain-tops,
a sign of winter's soon arrival.
On my morning rambles, I take it all in...
the bare branches laden with tiny buds,
the whispering chatter of the birds,
the crackle and deep tobacco smell of the leaves underfoot.
Inhale. Exhale.
My lungs filled with a deep pleasure of the woodsy air.
Cherishing the snuggling in here at home,
the slowing down, a quieter pace.
My bookcases brimming with new books
patiently waiting to be tucked into.
Tea brews, steam swirling... joy alighting from my mug.
Soul-settled contentedness.
These dear, much-loved November days....
" Delights are strewn about this world
like quiet, inappreciable dew-drops,
waiting for the sunshine of our attention
to turn them into gold."
{unknown}
Delight seeking
on this crisp, bluebird sky morning,
I find my heart leaping with joy.
Seeing the beauty
in the ordinary,
celebrating these small gifts
of such splendor and light.
As I walk, I feel tears slowly rise.
To feel such gladness in this moment,
a gratitude for appreciating & noticing
the beauty of this world.