Winter Solstice

The tall bare trees silhouetted against the white sky
The train whistle in the distance
An occasional birdsong, a snatch of people talking
The sound of an airplane
A friendly greeting from a passing hiker
And a sense of quiet and order in my heart
I do not know my future on this first day of winter
Yet peace has descended to my soul.

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