Winter's breath
Winter
Morning air: a
Silent, cold breath; still as
Night, wakens winter branches to
The light.
I’m enjoying such a stillness from the hush of the air outside my window this morning. Even though the grey isn’t lifting there is still a sense of calm presence, only the faint sound of a train passing, even the birds are quiet now.
I wish you the same few moments of hush today and in the days leading up to Christmas, in which you can experience a calm presence.
Until next time, Bev x
This is delicately beautiful ✨