Oktobernacht

The days of old that stir my soul,
are filled with salt and sea.
The fire bright and pale moon light,
soft whispers call to me.

Warmth of hearth and chill of wind,
set my thoughts a flight.
The spirits speak of hidden things
this cold October night

Time to reflect

The dark season, a time to rest and reflect. Time decide which path to follow, which course of action to take up or abandon. And a time to reflect on the joys and celebrate them.