A woman of autumn, I am,
in this third stage of my being,
lightly seasoned with sage,
clearly no longer green.
|'Mountains in November', Julia Lesnichy. A landscape|
of Dewena's beloved and beautiful, Blue Ridge Mountains.
But I know a wise, wintry soul
from the south, who gently calms
stormy hearts from afar, in a manner
sweetly reminiscent of spring,
for the blooming smiles and
warmth that she brings.
|'Carolina Wren in Autumn', Janet Zeh|
Our minimalist, mutual friend,
whose yearning and yen for
wabi sabi and zen, fittingly
nests in the home of a wren,
and whatever the season,
meets and greets the world
from her window.
This post is dedicated to two sweet hearts,
Wishing them both a speedy recovery!
Thanks for visiting
and have a lovely week!