Sunday Stroll - Sanctuary

I followed the sound of a lone bird's call, down past the cornfield,

and into the woods.

Sun light pouring through green cedar bows surrounded me,

as I walked to the braided tree at the heart of this forest sanctuary.

I followed the trail to the lake, so quiet in late November.

The sky was reflected in the mirror of the water,

as swans drifted... seeming to swim through clouds... through trees... through tangled brambles.

I walked along the northshore through white birches,

and in and around dangling jewel-red berries,

stepping carefully over fallen branches beribboned in yellow mold, trying to leave no trace of my footsteps.

I turned toward home and looked through the long rows of pale corn to the dim and cloudy sky.

Those muted colors of sky and field

-- pale gray, soft gold, and merest suggestion of blue --

were echoed by the stones at the edge at the road.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy in quiet moments.

all photos by Aisling, November 29, 2009

To see more strolls, by other strollers, please scroll down to the post below.