Sunday- Advent III

...the pale nobility of quiet...

Let the apple ripen
on the branch
beyond your need
to take it down.

Wait longer
than you would,
go against yourself,
find the pale nobility
of quiet that ripening
demands;
watch with patience
as the silhouette emerges
and the leaves fall;
see it become
a solitary roundness
against a greying sky,
let winter come
and the first
frost threaten,
and then wake
one morning
to see the breath
of winter
has haloed
its redness
with light.

Advent- watching and waiting

David Whyte, Winter Apple [extract]
Photo by Gary Fultz on Unsplash

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