It was under
this old sourwood
my sit spot began.
Root
The winter nip is in the air tonight.
The traffic on the highway is speeding way from town.
People seem to drive a little faster on their way home than they do in the mornings on their to work.
Up
Birds too and from the bird feeder all day.
The wrens have moved in under the porch.
Raccoons make their rounds nightly.
Moss
There was no sitting today.
But, instead
A nice long wandering through the woods.
Gratitude
for the shortest days of the year
and the inward journey
the bring.
