from my mid morning walk

fraught with the failures
of yesterday
and the missteps
of the morning

i meander past
the frozen field
through thicket and glade
to the hidden pond

and there
amidst the chaos
of broken branches
and fallen trees

beauty
breathes

unadorned


"Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world."  ~Hans Margolius

*Writing this post brings to mind the "quiet" of a Bethlehem stable.