“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

11.18.2014

the days go quiet


the days are dropping one by one from the limbs of this year,
going pale and then gone forever into the past, never to be seen again.
their memories stay but they are only that,
their colors brighter than the truths,
their sounds quieter, their whispers almost too loud.

it's the ache in my arms and the hurt in my wrists that remind me,
the still painful twist of my ankle from all the turning aways.

this coming season says soft,
tells me that christmas will be full of silent nights
and small gifts.
that cleaning the house takes second place to family and friends;
that the lights will be low and the tree will be hushed.

i will run late and not worry.
i will turn the volume down to one
and ignore the red bars that urge me to turn it back up.

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7 comments:

  1. holy hush. I am moved by your words. I also celebrate "silent nights and small gifts"

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  2. i love everything about this, starting with that image.

    silent nights and small gifts are something to look forward to, with love.

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  3. these are beautiful wishes...a soft and quiet Christmas is what I hope for as well.

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  4. each year of late, my winters are quieter, the silence welcomed. I will still have several small trees, but they will be void of ornaments, and stand bare. I even have a dead red cedar tree this season that will be prominent in the living room. No lights. No sparkle, perhaps an empty birds nest. it suits me, as your words always do...
    in my fondest, tilda

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  5. silent nights and small gifts are precious. I love this time of year when the days are shorter and the nights are endless with coziness and warmth. Beautiful words.

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  6. the visual image drew me in immediately, and then the first line, and the last two lines, especially, though I love what's in between, wishing also for a soft and quiet season.

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