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."


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.