Sunday, November 29, 2009

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.


One Woman's Journey said...

Thank you for this peaceful stroll.
The images are beautiful.
Have a great rest of the day.
I love the way you write.

Aisling said...

Ernestine, I'm so glad you joined me. I hope through my writing to convey the quiet meditation that I experience through a walk in nature. Thank you for letting me know that you appreciate how I write.

Brenda @Cozy Little House said...

Beautifully and vividly written! I envy you your country life!

Aisling said...

Brenda, Thank you so much. Your own Cozy Little House is charming and welcoming! I'm glad I can share my country life with you through blogging!

Cloudhands said...

Having walked this trail with you i felt right at home. I love the braided tree and your tranquil lake. The stones we have here from your road and Lake Michigan are welcome reminders of our time there with you. I am idle today, playing hooky I guess.

Aisling said...

I love the way stones have travelled from place to place in this family. Limerick brought some home for his mother (also a rock collector) from Turkey. Can you still pick out which ones came from here?

I'm glad to revive those memories of walking together in my northern hills! It's ok to play hookey, once in a while. Hey... you're retired: play hookey as often as you wish!

Sharon Lovejoy said...

Oh thank you for your warm comments on my blog posting. I love the sunlight and shadows on the floor and flooding the kitchen too. It is hard for me to believe that the kitchen could ever be clean again after our wild Thanksgiving cook off.

Your photos are lovely, lovely, and I turn to your blog for peace.

Love to you and I'm happy you too like the Queen Victoria quote about little houses. Sharon

Aisling said...


I'm glad to share a sense of peace with you; thank you for coming by to find it! :)

Pom Pom said...

You reminded me of Robert Frost's Birches.
I didn't get a stroll today - digging out ribbons and Christmas dishes and holding the baby. Ahhhhh.

Aisling said...

Pom Pom,

Sounds like a good day, even without a stroll. I'm off to read Birches by Frost... :D

janet said...

Your photos are just lovely, and I especially love the birch trees! I enjoy your writing style.
And thanks for your comment on my blog.

Aisling said...

Janet, There is something so pretty about birch trees, isn't there? Thank you for your nice comment... and you're welcome for my comment on your blog. Those pasties really did look and sound delicious! :)

The villager: said...

Delightful images !

Aisling said...

Thank you so much! :)