solace

Warmth

the air now crisped with cold
some leaves still hold color
they warm my shivering heart

like Mabel
the woods call to me too
beckoning with mysteries and solace

revel in the quietude
with the good companions
of sunshine and shade

I submerge into
the sweetness and solace
of scent and colors

the tenderness
of this morning’s
soft pink sky

this heron
on the marsh
emanating peace

no longer here
yet everywhere
you are not forgotten

head on
mother nature’s shoulder
respite from the world

the faltering spirit
finds footing and support
in the solace of the garden

there is solace in the silence
this is heaven’s hush

A light dusting of snow
quiets the woods with peace enough
to sooth the world.

no matter
how dark
the night.

Solace can often be found
in the space between.

Shoulder high your flowers grow
row after row
awaiting their service of solace or celebration.