Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.
Robert Frost
Teardrop pond on a small trail Pier Cove
I ramble into the woods
Where I know I’m small
Where the vastness of trees
Overtakes the me of me.
Walking softly,
feeling the roots
And rotted leaves beneath my feet
I can disappear
with the scrambling squirrels,
blend into the trees
with the wary deer.
I feel the power
Of a soaring hawk,
or a swooping owl
Or the crows calling,
Above the canopy.
We are all the same here
We all belong
we are spirits
we are forest
we are a revery
Of unity
rain soaked fallen leaves on driftwood
the arc of Pier Cove in final autumn colors
Oak leaf catching a little ray of November sun
Saugatuck in stillness
A handful of leaves in the woods
dune grass blowing
Queen Anne sparkling with sunshine
The first two weeks of November have been gloriously wild here. Winter is preparing to show itself. I have been doing a lot of wandering close to home and seeing my home town in a new and beautiful light. It’s always worth looking again at familiar places. I am grateful for where I live.
Thank you so much for being here! I will see you next week!
Cosmos blossom lingers