The Sky’s Gift

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise,

and so splendid at sunset.

In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether,

in the other liquid gold.

painter Thomas Cole

A wondrous sky greets this cold, crisp morning. It’s criss-crossed with contrails, probably due to holiday travel. Toward the horizon, a wide sweep of thin, feathery clouds spans the blue like a skyscape dry-brushed in white across a deep blue canvas. All this, and the sun is still on the rise. It’s painting tree tops gold, while their lower trunks and branches rest in twilight shadow. The sky is breathing over the earth, waking it up with beauty.

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness and carry the calm.

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Gardeners of Our Souls

 

“Let us be grateful

to people who make us happy,

they are the charming gardeners

who make our souls blossom.”

Marcel Proust

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

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A Skein of Experience

 

November is a wise old woman

weaving words of wisdom

from a skein of experience

in the colors of sadness

and joy.

– kh –

Noticing

 

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The Peace of Mid-Morning

 

The clock ticks quietly

mid-morning

on this day that’s sunny

with a thin layer of clouds.

It’s warm enough for open windows.

A light breeze drifts in.

Outside it’s flicking leaves off the trees.

They tumble,

somersault,

land with soft clicks,

rattle to a stop and settle,

only to be scooped up

by a sudden gust

that skitters them,

scatters them,

tumbles them

into a pile against the fence.

The elm is speckled with the hangers-on,

the last to let go.

 Soon it will be empty

of leaves.

The clock ticks

quietly toward noon.

– kh –

 

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