yew branches thrash and bend
blown from every direction
the bird feeder flails
announces the arrival
of another day
sitting beside me
a small heater hums softly
to rain drops falling
What a strange month this has been. Lots of flailing and thrashing. Too much bluster, and too little calm. Especially in our news cycles. Even though November is my birthday month, I’m happy to bid it farewell.
Do I miss the energy of 2020 Election bluster? No. True, it made for breathless news cycles. It also made for unfiltered offloading of frustration, despair, angst and anger. In the end, however, it reinforced my belief that hope doesn’t come from any one of us. It comes from the One who sees everything without blinking an eye.
So yes, there’s a method to the madness of this world. Still, I’d rather have it interpreted from above than below. Today’s unhinged weather reminds me that though I’m not in charge, I’m still alive.
Just now the thunder crashed closer to home than I like. Happy Monday!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 November 2020
Photo found at toughlittlebirds.com