The Wind is Polished

 

“Already it is October, and the wind blows strong to the sea

from the hills where snow must have fallen, the wind is polished with snow.”

D.H. Lawrence, “Butterfly”

 

At last cooler weather has come to my part of the world. I fill my lungs with calm air carrying the scent of wood smoke. I inhale a cold, sharp, snow-polished breeze. I breathe gusts of wind that rush and whirl and billow, shaking loose the shivering gold and red leaves, sweeping away the season past, and whispering sharp, clean hope for the season to come.

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week (with silhouettes and reflections):

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Text and photos © 2019 Karyn Henley. All rights reserved.

Shifty Wind, Secret Stories

“Already it is October, and the wind blows strong to the sea

from the hills where snow must have fallen,

the wind is polished with snow.”

– D.H. Lawrence, “Butterfly” –

The shifty wind

swirls with stories –

a girl’s kite plucked high,

a beachcomber’s hair ruffled,

a gardener’s hat tossed into the rose bush,

a cafe awning dismantled,

a dog’s nose kissed.

Secret stories

shared with the wind.

“Here’s a hint,”

it whispers,

brushing past

polished with snow,

laden with rain,

woven with wood smoke.

Hush. Hush.

Listen. Listen.

It’s your story too.

 

Again from D.H. Lawrence: “[T]he wind blows strong . . . from the hills where snow must have fallen, the wind is polished with snow.” How beautiful it would be if people who meet us could say, “She lives strong in a place where calm must have settled. Her spirit is polished with peace.”

Nourish peace, cultivate loving kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week – looking up and up and up:

clwytalltree

Shadow of the Week, dripping over stone:

shdwstnwall

 

Text and photos © 2016 Karyn Henley. All rights reserved.

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