Pines, Like Waltzes

The ten hours’ light is abating,

And a late bird wings across,

Where the pines, like waltzes waiting,

Give their black heads a toss.

Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time,

Float past like specks in the eye;

I set every tree in my June time,

And now they obscure the sky.

– Thomas Hardy, “At Day-Close in November” –

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week:

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Yes, You May

“…the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,

Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk…”

May – it’s a word full of encouragement and permission.

Yes, you May.

Give yourself permission to take time out and enjoy the glad green leaves.

Because it’s still May.

And you always may.

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