earth is slowly putting herself to sleep for winter
the signs are here;
ground is beginning to harden underfoot
frosty mornings
with visible breath
at the bus stop
along the old stone wall, i see the last of the downy white, wild aster seeds
and plump, blood red berries of the Hawthorn trees.
brown leaves the color of cinnamon and fragrant orange pine needles blanket the woods, dirt road, and grass now turning the color of straw.
i'm contemplating making some wild, old-fashioned
Hawthorn berry jelly.
a leaf floated down to me and i put it in my woolen pocket.
turning it over in my hand, its soft, velvety brown skin reminded me of a lovingly worn leather book cover.
i see with more frequency the wild turkey, deer, and fox.
The extra blankets are on the beds
there's warm milk and the putting of one more log on the fire before sleep
nodding off to the sounds of singing coyotes and bard owl hoots just outside the window panes.
and then this morning!
rubbing our scratchy eyes awake
to the surprise of first snow
squeals and quick pitter-patters down the stairs
door unlatches
swings open hard...
...my little children unleash me in that moment
reminding me how to dance
in the light of
pure
simple
unadulterated
bursting
joy
heart
fun!
Did I ever mention how much i am in love with the soulful soundwaves of
Bon Iver?:)
i must apologize sweet peeps for being out of touch -- under the weather a bit here and putting all my energies into family life and teaching my
VisualPoetry online class. I look forward to visiting you lovelies very soon:)
winter knocks
