Today, the crispness of the air
reminds me of what comes from the north.
All strong and blustering,
the wind shakes the trees with their frigid gust
hinting at of the cold days of winter.
And, it’s only the 11th of October.
In the mid-west, you can feel it coming…
As they days get shorter and the blessed light shines less upon us, I can feel myself starting to turn inward, readying myself for a kind of hibernation. I used to resist it, but after 18 of these cold seasons in Iowa, I am leaning into it, almost relishing the quiet and solitude that will fuel my creative spirit in a way that’s different from the high energy of summer and the warm tones of fall.
* I took this photo of a pine tree in Koronis, Minnesota.