1.25.18 Almost Done

I did stop by Kestrel Lane yesterday, all seeming changed, and nothing feeling the same. 

Yet, the corridor of trees and the tracks of wildlife, the trickling stream and the vast blue skies,

 they all whispered ‘Ah, no, small temporal being. 
Yours are just small moments within the endlessness. 
That is all.’ 

Somehow, the land and sky and hues of speckled ground lent me courage and comfort, 
and the earth’s own love.