Patchy frost covers the ground, in the chill air my breath hangs, trees have begun their ritual show as the oranges and yellows break against the rising sun... prewinter chores occupy free time, getting things ready for the first snows that will not be long in coming, the geese call from above ‘do not waste your time, put away the long harvest, stack your wood smartly’... namaste

The wind howls across the pasture, trees bend and groan, straining to manage themselves in the gale, the house groans as the wind push against the walls, within the walls it is well, there is a softness to the peace that fills these rooms... it is like that at times, the world howls and pushes and deep within a soft peace resides... namaste

Heavy fog drapes itself across the farm, the edges of sight softened, tree line shrouded, heavy dew and wet feet as the pastures are crossed, in the grass hundreds of small webs glisten in the jewelled dew drops, so many little kingdoms dot the landscape, choosing each foot fall carefully, I pass through their land... namaste

Deep silence fills the house, there is no breeze to rustle the curtains, the birds have yet to begin their morning song, in the distance a car along the road is heard fading away... such a special feeling this deep silence, it wraps around me like a blanket, like a mother it holds me close, a feeling of protection resides within such silence... the bell sounds and the day begins... namaste

Chill air cloaks the earth this morning, in the fields low fog moves gently about my knees, above wisps of high cloud catch the first glimmers of sunrise, the thin moon hangs in the eastern sky, deep among the tumbled bales barn cat sleeps cocooned in warmth, covered in loose hay she emerged to greet me this morning... simple beauty abounds... namaste

The screen on the window hums with each gust, vibrating in the breath of the wind, curtains billow like sails filling for a downwind beat, the cool air catches me, surprises me, a little shiver comes and goes, change is in the air, and so I sit breathing this change with the wind... namaste

The leaves of the sunflower rustle in the morning breeze, the sound of their scratchy surfaces sliding across one another, crickets singing to the sunrise, in the beds the violas bob and dance in the gentle air with that scraggly look of late summer about them small weeds sprout near hoping to grow before the first frost, heavy dew glistens across the grass and my shoes as sodden by the time the morning chores are done... late summer lingers as fall can be seen peaking through the leaves in the tree line... namaste

Two years of writing, Have I become a poet, My heart sings always....namaste #haiku #calligraphy #mindfulness #meditation #daily #path #gilgrimes

The song of the seagulls drifts through the window, their calls rise and fall, and in my imagination I can see them swinging and swooping through the sky, the cat nudges my hand as I listen, encouraging me to pet her, her purring loudly competing against the gulls, the sweet autumn breeze is cool this morning as I linger just a little linger in this moment... namaste

A low moon hangs over the trees, half a moon, deeply coloured, burned yellow, rising as I breath, the cool night air flowing through the windows carrying hints of fall, the wind brings the sound of the horses shuffling round their stalls, and in the distant the yips and yelps of foxes can be heard, beneath it all the rhythmic hum of the crickets... a simple evening on the farm, full of simple beauty... namaste