Twilight scouting out another quiet place
Untying our knotted hiking laces
Calling of the morning birds
Arising slowly amid a trickling peace
Well-used wool sweater, safe and warm
Our old dog, thick and furly
Quiet Fall mornings strung like amber beads
The warm smell of crusty new bread baking
Simple joy of your soft brown eyes
Breathing gently through restful sleep
Catching sight of forest dwellers
Changing tools and rhythms to make them better
Sloughing off our unused burdens
Sensing the complicated in the simple
Sleeping deeply in big tree shadows
Hearing small creek again as we awaken
Freed at last of choking specialization
Coming slowly together with the dawn,
Neither at work nor on vacation
Traveling widely yet always home
Mending socks and fixing breakdowns
Finding water and planning meals
Picking up yet another’s trash
Retiring early, safe in the darkness
Drying happily in a sunny breeze
Looking forward to our own cooking
Watching bees work on autumn flowers
Lingering where we really like it
Sipping
wine and making music
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