Monday, January 27, 2014

Dormant



No clicking or clattering
No fancy pen dipping in antique inkwell

No ideas budding into Spring

All is dormant
Peaceful, quiet as the wintry garden outside

Just as trees have gathered life down deep under frozen landscape
so this soul feels drawn to hibernate

Be still...
Be still and know...
Know

To everything there is a season.

Now is time to come away.
Dream. Ruminate.

Rest. Be still. Know.

Spring will come.
And new life...
New words too.