Taproots
It snowed last night.
The yard and woods are subdued.
Bittersweet drapes the trees quietly now,
the raucous orange red berries diluted with winter’s frost.
I feel peaceful in all this quiet.
Slower, less anxious, somehow comforted.
As if permission has arrived
to begin a season of
contemplation and introspection.
The distraction of summer’s openness and warmth,
autumn’s invigoration crackling with leaves are
gone, hushed and softened.
I could sit by the window, a
cup of tea warm in my hands
and let the days turn to months
while the trees and I renew.
Taproots going deeper –
then deeper still
until the Soul is approached.
