The Gathering Season

Carolina wren with up-tipped tail
is gathering seeds, her daily energy.
Squirrels with hurry-up focus
scramble through the yard
gathering and stashing Nature’s bounty—
berries from bushes,
nuts dangling precariously from tree limbs,
and tasty autumn delicacies
hidden under piles of crisp brown leaves.
At the farmer’s market down the street,
neighbors browse bins of squashes,
pumpkins, apples, pecans,
for this is the season of gathering.
It’s our instinct—
like that of wrens and squirrels,
chipmunks and bears—
to gather when the sun circles south,
days shorten,
and frosts begin.
It’s our nature to huddle with family and friends,
to bring what we’ve gathered
into our spaces of welcome and warmth,
of light and love.
May we give ourselves to
gathering the gifts of this season—
the rest found in darkness,
the warmth found in firelight,
the sparkle of joy in the eyes of a child.
Delight at the first bite of dinner.
Bask in the glow of grace and giving.
Gather smiles and laughter.
For this is the season of
gathering goodness.
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

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On Icy Tiptoe

 

Winter welcomes,

beckons,

invites us to

pause

on the brittle brink of the year,

witness

the shimmer of the season,

listen

for undertones of time passing

on icy tiptoe,

breathe

the crisp air.

Drink all of it.

Deeply.

Deeply grateful.

– kh –

 

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Delight in This Day

Spring danced her way into winter today,

slow twirl of skirts,

whispered breath,

face to the sun.

The birds joined her,

singing spring,

announcing her presence,

encircling her scent.

Delight in this day, they sing.

Now is the time,

for when Winter finds

that Spring has stepped into his timeline,

he will blow and blast and send her away,

insistent on taking back his season.

But for this day, this moment,

dear Spring,

you are here,

and I will dance with you.

– kh –

 

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

 

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