inside-monks-house-on-december-1st

The first day of December has brought sun and wind, and this morning at my desk I watched the bare oak trees sway in a fading and rising light, which made me think of the winter days ahead and time moving on…I was reading about Emily Dickinson and her scraps of poetry and how on one of the scraps she wrote, “Slower go/That I may gloat on thee.”