Winter is peeking through the clouds
who are moving
being carried
very softly
on the breeze today.
The woods are still
quiet
showing themselves ready
for the heavy slumber
that comes between
the solstice and the great turning
of Imbolc.
Split
This pine splits at this point to become two trunks of the same tree.
Leopard Slug
There is more than my share and your share of rain for today
but this slug
knows where to go to not get washed away.
Iris
My grandmother gave me these iris when I was seven - well, not these exact iris but the bulbs from which these came. They have gone every where I have gone since then. Now, I will walk by them every day when I go to my sit spot. I will think of my beloved grandmother Rabun and the many many gifts she bestowed on me.
