Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~
I am home in India 😀
Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.
Every star-thistle has a thorn.
Every flower has a blemish.
Every wave washes back upon itself.
Every ocean embraces a storm.
Every raindrop falls with precision.
Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.
Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.
Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.
Every sound has an echo in the canyon.
Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.
Creation’s whispered breath at dusk comes
with a frost and leaves within dawn’s faint mist,
for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,
with a dead sparrow on the ground.
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees
You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure~
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees!
A little note: This photo was taken in October this year and the snow photos on Wednesday were from yesteryears. Until now we have just gray weather with rain and no snow as for winter.
I want some colours on my blog instead of showing you REALITY 😀
Happy holidays everyone and never forget how blessed you are.