Reflection

 is always grateful for the object of its affection.   What is my affection reflecting?  

Whatever it was

originally, now it has wreathed itself, and given itself a center of red.  Soon it will spin.  No fret, you have cosmically been spinning all your life.  Are you prepared for Winter Solstice.  

 

Ever present

What is more present than weather or a cat?  Perhaps, both.  Freddy here taking in the patio and weighing in on fog.  

The weight of remembering

December 11, 2017  RIP  haiku.

A stone for every year, gathered and placed in the heart.  

 

If there isn't a boundary

where to begin?  Where does it end?   I'm wondering whether a tree or a building is a natural boundary to weather?  

Liminal world

There are places that I have never visited and yet for awhile have lived there.  This is one of those blessed places.  Or is it spaces?  
 

A message has been delivered

 Who's listening?