Even in the deepening fall, when the leaves are shed, and vegetation is dying back, there is life.
It just takes a little more to see it there.
And when the darkness feels like it is closing in, remember that hope is not extinguished.
A spark remains.
RUMOURS OF LIGHT
The hope that’s lingering
beneath the dark horizon;
the hallowed spark hiding
within the folds of the night;
the breath of wonder poised
above our aching souls.
These bitter-beautiful mysteries.+ Gideon Heugh, from Rumours of Light, 2021.
These dreams of dawnsong
swimming through the trees.
These strange rumours of light.