For Three Word Wednesday, prompt words absolute, fall, nestle. Wanted to rhyme this week. The quote is from Wordsworth’s poem Nutting.
. . . there is a spirit in the woods.
Long before daybreak in
The shadow of the wood’s edge,
I stand apart from pledge,
Creed, or demands of men
To drink deeply from the
Absolute. Glassy beads unbidden
Fall soundless, a blessing in
Teardrop form. The sweetgum tree,
Holding growth silent over
Centuries, reaches the sky
Without seeming to try,
An elevated enclosure
Where sleepy squirrels nestle close.
There are lessons to learn from
The Spirit-filled woods: I become
A mystic by going slow.