TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 4

Sometimes the sunlight is special, as it casts a different light than usual. We notice a sunny day in a rainy week, as if it is a welcome relief at times, or a surprise. We move through Autumn and begin to think of the long Winter days of our past. It is a time of remembrance and rest, as we will be in Christmastide in no time at all!

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“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen." Ernest Hemingway

Low Flying

We are flying my love although I know,

That the soles of my shoes are affixed on the ground,

I soar through the sky looking down,

Seeing all and knowing it is good.

It is a strange time indeed to find it so,

But the wheat continues to flack,

The sheep continues to frisk when young,

And the rhyme of the earth continues.

I admit I cocoon myself in your solidity,

I admit I lie in your light perhaps unfairly,

As you love me and so lend the strength of

Your approbation to my vision of myself.

But I do see the season pass and the fruit ripen,

And I do see the bird in the tree continued

In its task of warbling and the nearby

Stream echo the sound in its laughter.

This means I know the sun is turning,

And the World is on its axis,

And that although I feel as if flying,

My feet are secure on the ground.

“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.” E.M. Forster