Tuesday, October 2, 2012

recent gifts from the trail

 A morning moonset, quiet and sedate as the shimmering silvery beacon of night slips off to bed.
 A stag blending beautifully into the fall foliage, filling my heart with ancient longing.
 A coyote on the hunt.
 Brilliant yellows dot the landscape and
 soft reds sing a leafy lullaby, rocking the cradle of life to sleep.
 Birds in flight across a clear blue sky.
 Mountains beckoning in the distance and
the clear light of a new day.
There are gifts everywhere, all the time and we simply have to open to this moment to receive them.

1 comment:

wind said...

This is the very gift that I love the most. It is always new and it is only going to happen once.