
Keys pressed in the night
Joyful sounds enchanting me
As a cold wind moves
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Keys pressed in the night
Joyful sounds enchanting me
As a cold wind moves

Still upon the tree
A feast for the passing birds
Nearing autumn’s end
I found the apples on these neglected trees to be haunting, ghost like. Sustaining the birds as the weather turns cruel.

Along the river
My feet move through the sunlight
Serenity speaks

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A tradition renewed
Every year it is the same
And it’s different

Just out my window
Watching this December rain
I finish my tea
I woke early this morning fighting a migraine. The daggers in my skull have been dulled, but the mental fog and inability to focus remain. The grey, rainy skies seem to fit perfectly with my state of being.

In this night’s quiet
Siren’s call carries quite far
Winter’s night prayer
Sound carries far on the cold, late autumn night.
A week; a moment
Blur of daylight into night
Flows into winter
In this world that values busyness, it’s hard to focus. Mindfulness consumed by the God of more, of efficiencies. It’s easy to lose sight of what’s important and end up losing far too much time focused on the wrong things. When our actions don’t build towards something greater, we lose so very much.