New friends.

Poplar, Maple

Pine and spruce.

A short walk to the stream,

A long walk to the Battenkill,

Mountains nearby, a few fields away.

Time slows down.

Let it wash over you.

Work to do —

Hauling wood (in a wheelbarrow),

Cooking, cleaning,

Clearing a path through the snow.

Life’s imperatives,

Not a boss.

Beauty that is

Ordinary in its presence.

Reassuring in its permanence.

A presence that pulls you

Towards deeper voices.

Poetry if you are open.

Old and new friends

Finding our rhythm

As we create

Conversation and intimacy.

January 2018