A Cold Wind

November 20, 2017


I am here again. The tree is always here. Today it is bare on the side that catches the wind, half undressed, between worlds.

Going over old ground
Retreading familiar steps
Coming back
Comfort in the familiar

A tiny wren in the holly
Exerting it’s whole body, chink-chink, chick-chink. It’s mate replies. I’m here.

Into the wood, inhale damp earth, fallen leaves, it's warmer in here.

Back out into the light a blast of fresh autumn air crisps my nostrils.  

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