Plain Cool Days

A layer of frost for our mornings.
I can see the river in the distance
glimmering in the early sun.

Books I move through the days with
become gently worn, and relax
with familiarity as I set them down.

I’m learning to craft slower movements,
and drop out of rushed rigidity.

Sometimes progress feels
like a quiet answer from Spirit
to a past prayer
I can’t put my finger on.

(November 28, 2025)