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.
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