No clicking or clattering
No fancy pen dipping in antique inkwell
No ideas budding into Spring
All is dormant
Peaceful, quiet as the wintry garden outside
Just as trees have gathered life down deep under frozen landscape
so too this soul feels drawn to hibernate
Be still...
Be still and know...
Know
To everything there is a season.
Now is time to come away.
Dream. Ruminate.
Dream. Ruminate.
Rest. Be still. Know.
Spring will come.
And new life...
And new life...
New words too.
Quiet for a little while...
Quiet for a little while...