Set the clocks back… if only we could set time back, would we, how far?
The days of summer with their promise of warmth, growth, entertainment—gone.
Autumn is harvest—reap, sort, discard, pass on, and keep.
The trees shed their last leaves, nests abandoned as the birds migrate, and the North Pond’s stillness in the Hunter’s moon predawn, now shimmers with the reflective sun. Where does energy come from without the sun?
Children bring in the leaves
Dust the floor with energy
Sprinkles of life’s residue. …Adagio Micaletti 2009
Or are we like the pond, still—with life hidden beneath the surface? Reflective only of energy given?
This is the time to ponder, silent. Covered thoughts grow in stillness.
November “… the days to be grateful for the harvest of the heart, however humble it might be, and to prepare for the coming of the year’s closure.” … Simple Abundance Sarah Ban Breathnach.
…And dipping Cranberry Pistachio Biscotti into your coffee.
Recipe for Cranberry Pistachio Biscotti can be found on Blog Bursts.