Mining with Rarejule

This early morning

the light is peaceful, gentle.

Snow clouds soften sunrise.
Outside this quiet space where I sit
snow decorates the land
pine needles outlined in frost
chickadees singing in the cold morning air.

And just outside this silence
is the song of my day
the things to do
the schedules to keep.

But first, a breath
before this day takes hold.

This candle burning by my side
throws shadows, dances light.
Stills my racing mind
slows my breath
in the simplicity and miracle of this single flame.

Yes.

First a breath.

A silent moment.

Heart and soul held
in the delicate and fierce beauty of snow
in the dancing flame
in this quiet winter morning.