“Autumn has laid it’s head on our pillow here in Maine.
Trees are shining in a glorious display of the sugar energy spreading color like fire through light.
Green plants are wilting into there transparent winter garb getting ready for sleep under a blanket of coming snows.
Cold winds bring nesting to my life.
Going inward, pulling the warmth of a quilt round my shoulders.
Meditation in the repetition of a stitch.
Stitching a life of repose and reflection, residing in my inner light.
Often up before the sun, wondering how daylight disappeared when I wasn’t looking.
Welcoming a late afternoon bask in the fleeting warmth of the sun.”
by Corrine Gilman
Writer, artist and teacher.
Photograph by Corrine Gilman