The color outside my bedroom window is gone.
Yet evergreens stay to remind me of life’s continuance, always existing just below the surface.
The trees are stark silhouettes of gray,
Each branch and twig evident and asleep.
There is a new silence in the wood.
It is a soft, comforting, sleeping silence.
A hush of reverence,
A soothing of soul.
Awareness hangs liked smoke among
The naked branches.
It is an awareness of belonging, of no doubts,
Of confidence in the being and faith in the belonging.
And so they stand, the trees, in winter’s silence,
In perfect harmony with their place and mine.
Each a witness to the other and
Both a witness to the One.
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Soothing.. beautifully written
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Thank you 🙂
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A lovely verse to begin my week.
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Thank you for read and commenting, I truly appreciate you! 🙂
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I can feel the peace, M. Really nice work. xx
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This has awoken my imagination 👌🏾
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Wow, thank you! I appreciate your comment and thank you for reading.! 🙂
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