walk with me?

we'll head out past one of the birdhouses...

and follow the path through the balsams...

down to the beech grove,

carpeted in soft and silent leaves.

the sky is heavy with moisture...

that hangs in sparkling droplets from the branches.

 some of the birchbark is curling on the trunks...

 battered by the fierce winds, stripped free from their moorings

and floating on the breeze.

this bit was caught, mid-flight, on the needles of a balsam,

waving its subtle beauty as i walked by.

i had my gathering basket with me.
acorn caps, birchbark and bits of lichen
have been tucked into my sewing studio.

on monday night batman called me on his way home from work.

(he doesn't usually do that.)

"i've stopped on the ridge, you've got to come see the moon!"

i drove down that way and pulled off the road at the meeting house.

the sky around the moon had turned orange behind the bare branches.

the last few leaves rattled in the mild breeze.

oh friends,

do not doubt that there is still much 

holiness in this world.

xo