A poem for Autumn

whale watching pp

As morning emerges,

magpies carol.

Softly.

Carried over stillness.

 

In the earth

worms move restlessly.

Slowing.

The winter approaches.

 

These things unseen,

sensed from within,

accepted.

With gratitude.

With reverence.

 

About Petit Paradis

I am on a journey with my family to transition as closely as practicable to a state of self-reliance in suburbia. I practice permaculture principles in our house, garden and community. We are on the southern coast of Western Australia. To our north is the rest of the world. To the south, Antarctica.
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