I had the best day yesterday just nesting…being home and doing those lovely home things…being with myself and enjoying the beautiful trees outside. Here is the poem that ensued.
Prosperity wheat wreath made by Roberta
Day of nesting
Autumn slanting light
floods the yellow leaves
like sun catchers
hanging in the small breeze.
Breeze enough to let things come to me.
Is it the breeze or symmetry of nature
or love of myself in this perfect moment
that stirs the ancient urge to nest?
To preen a space
an open vessel
plush with the smell of baking pumpkin cookies
and spicy tea.
Of washing away the old
with soap bubbles and warm flowing water.
A mood of chocolate and smooth jazz
and the sound of industrious neighbors.
Welcoming the new,
An untrodden poem,
The wisdom of a divine devotional,
Inspiration born from the cluttered pages of Pottery Barn,
and accepting the thoughtfulness of a new friend.
I am lining my soul-nest
being present to my-wonderful-self immersed.