In the sky mostly blue, a touch of peach meanders through.
In the trees mostly bare, prey moves slowly if they dare.
My property touches the neighbor’s farm with no fence for a boundary. The field has been plowed and it’s beautifully bare…a wonderful vast, open space.
Silence grows here now in this winter season. Yes, the occasional crow caws and a blue jay squawks, but for the most part, stillness.
I crave the quiet that the country offers. There is nothing quite like it. Winter seems especially peaceful with sleeping rolling hills uncovered by leafless trees. When I look out unto the vast expanse, the thoughts in my mind become hushed.
May you find a bit of quietness during this busy holiday season.
Beautiful painting and reflection, Christine– a belated Happy New Year to you! 😊
Thank you, Mark! Happy and healthy New Year to you too 😀