We all wake up together
In the kitchen, a pot of coffee and a gift of coffee cake
Outside, birds jump and flit at the feeder:
Mourning doves, dark-eyed juncos, black-capped chickadees, a pair of cardinals, song sparrows, goldfinches, a hairy and a downy woodpecker with his red cap
From above, soft flakes fall, and below them the dogs run circles in the yard
In the woods it is quiet, quiet
As we make fresh tracks
These are the gifts:
snow piled on spruce boughs, birdsong through the air, steady snowfall on a cold Christmas day.
Oh yes! Gifts of the Earth, of mama Gaia, of elemental essentials.
Amidst the [unnecessary] complexity of human scurrying around,
of self-imposed stress, to do lists and deadlines;
We return to the “Peace of Wild Things” and “are free”.
Thank you for posting this, Katie!
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Thank you, Melissa! I love the poem “Peace of Wild Things”
It is a reminder to be still, which is a gift in itself
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So beautiful Katie! Happy New Year!
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Thanks Jenn~ Happy New Year to you, too!
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