By Dawn Illsley
Roaring wind lulls me to another place.
Quiet breathing in the margins of my mind.
Pressing thoughts, bossy and demanding,
yank me from my reprieve to reality.
There’s a call for spring outside the window.
An urgent call from a little bird whose hungry.
Then out comes the sun, like a little answered prayer.
The light creeps across the room,
Warming the spot on the floor,
Soon to be occupied
By a little furry beast,
Desperate for warmth.
On the windowsill,
The pink blooms are dried up,
Not the end,
But it seems hopeful for more.
Grateful I live here, in a place of such beauty:
Wandered down the White Rock Trail this morning with my pal lulu belle. The trail runs along the Gaspereau River. This trail is centuries old, first traveled by the Mi’kmaq people. It is one of the most beautiful trails in Nova Scotia. If you ever have the opportunity to go it’s worth the trip.
Such a smart hiker, my dog totally navigated our way back to the car. Like my little GPS. But so much more adorable! Who needs cell service, bring a smart dog and leave your smart phone behind;)
Respect…how do the leaves hang on…how do they survive the storms…