November Lullaby

November Lullaby

Gray and brown November

Where blue overhead is unexpected

And cold white blasts unwelcome.

It is so hard to roll easily

from Indian Summer

To deep November slumber.

And so I make of myself a seedpod

Keeping all my green freshness

Tucked inside

Awaiting spring.

On the inside I practice unfurling,

While I settle into the leaf drift

That hums softly

Beneath the bare-branches of your days.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.

poetry by Aisling

Snapshot

I see the wind sculpture on the deck slowly turning and branches swaying in a dance that never seems to end on this windswept ridge.

I hear my sons chatting... one voice deep and the other still lilting in the sing-song tones of childhood. I am adding to the cheerful clutter of sound as I hum some of the music from the Native American drumming group I sang with this morning.

I smell acorn squash roasting and fragrant steam rising from chickpeas, freshly cooked in the pressure cooker and ready to be made into falafel as soon as I get motivated!

I taste warm, spicy tea.

I feel glad for the social activities which keep us active and entertained, and even more glad for the quiet comfortable retreat of home.

It continues to rain... on and on and on.  We are adjusting and especially joyful at every glimpse of sunlight or blue sky.  There have been no glimpses of sunshine today, so we are making our own light and warmth in the kitchen.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you comfort and light.

Sunday Stroll - A Long Walk

Finally, a blue sky day.  

With so many shades of blue beckoning

I just had to go for a long walk.  

We still have autumn color, but recent winds are bringing the leaves down.  

Some flutter to the ground. 

 Others are caught, as if the tree is trying to hold on to autumn...

 just a little bit longer.

The creek is laughing and skipping with the pure joy of an autumn full of rain.  

I walked quietly beside her, but my heart was skipping along.

The light was amazing.

 I lay down in the heart of a wide open meadow

 just to feel the sun's warmth

and to look up and get lost 

in those many shades of blue.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.