In the Shenandoah Mountains, the fall is not devastating
it is a gift, the presence of the divine infused
into the earth, a quietness begins to rule, with softness,
as the sun warms the cold air, so the trees can rest.
Bears begin the process of slowing down
and soon we will all be covered with the joy
of the white blanket, the silence and peace.
A celebration is planned, because we know
there will always be new life just around the corner,
and the green, but for now we rest in the presence
of the divine infused.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”