Almost warm enough.
One of these morning will be my last early sit.
Maybe this one. We’ll see.
Meanwhile, I’ll take this gift,
one more day to pause
in the peaceful white noise of a country morning.
It’s easy for them to grab a quick meal in my garden which is mostly brown space and leaf mosaic now.
It’s hard not to smile at a bird who travels headfirst down every tree trunk, striking a pose like a small gymnast.
He’s always giving his unassuming little call, “knack, knack” as if to clear his tiny throat just to be sure I see him.
Not all the sounds are ambient this morning. House sparrows fuss and squabble constantly in the forsythia hedge, like fractious children at the playground; much as I desperately long to ignore them, it isn’t quite possible.
A few blue patches are still visible and I wonder if the sun or clouds will “win” today.
it is the clouds that add grandeur to my valley view,
and wonder to the sunset.
Help me to remember that You are present, and Presence,
even when I cannot see You.
Help me to trust You in deep cloud cover.
Help me to watch for cloud glorious sunsets.
(May it be so.)