Winter chill in the forest, Autumn leaves on the ground, Yellow moon on the horizon, naked branch against the sky.
The glint of frost in twilight, Mountains cloaked in gray Icy stream is thawing, while muskrat stirs fast asleep. Swallow awaits the seedling & the promise of its return.
Whispered in the wind, carried on the wind whispered ... in the wind. - bk
From the Harbors of Light Collection: Inspirational writings, thoughts for the day, poetry and prose from Brad Kalita, founder of Gathering Light ... a retreat.