On Being Grateful

This post was written and is a part of Laura Hegfield's - Gratitude Quilt

                    The bedroom with a View, Blacksburg, VA-Nov 12, 2012

Doors wide open, I invite the mild November morning inside.

The red leaf maple casts her warmth into my heart,
while the gray sky sighs in muted reflection.
Crows and catbirds thrill their wings
and do not remember summer. 
Chickadees and finches chitter into the day,
unaware of the lessons they teach.
I am alive in this moment.

My green tea cools as autumn slips into forgetting.
I am blessed with another day.

 



(From my other blog.) 
A  small stone, with attitude. This was something I wrote just before finding what I was grateful for.

November 12, 2012  - a small Stone 
With Abandon (2)  Teri H Hoover

The red leaf maple shakes her leaves like lingerie, 
exposing graceful branches.

 

Walking Through Drab

Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA- Jan 2011

The colorless day did nothing to dampen the song of the birds.

A River of Stones- a 30 day challenge in observation

Light and color- they stayed in bed today.

I tried to dye a hat yesterday- after 2 hours in the deep plum bath- nothing. I used the left over dye on some white note paper and finally met with success. Quite lovely actually. I wonder to myself about my visual addiction to color and light. On my walk today I could hear the birds. They have gone beyond their chittering in the underbrush; there is no denying- they have begun their singsong calls for love. Tonight my backyard is covered  in fresh snow.