Leaving warmth of bed and nights embrace, I stretch toward the dark dawn, aware of all mortality and grace and the singular thought of ones life. This too shall pass and like meadow grasses separating grain from chaff, my soul will someday join the autumn wind and sing shining into the cold morning.

Gleaning the golden field, robins whistle and sing. Cheerful flock in the winter meadow testing the mettle of ripe wheat and thistle- for they do not reap nor do they sow.

Hello Tuesday.

From grateful.org

Goodnight. A nisse, a hare, snow scene. Jan Bergerlind. (Swedish,1950)

Then Toad felt very tired and he fell asleep.

I highly recommend @janes-studio.bsky.social! Jane is a true professional and a delight to work with!

🖼️ Oksana Maksimova

January, Edith Holden.

Monday plans: 🖼️ Kristina Kemenikova

From grateful.org

Winter Owl And Full Moon. 🎨 Melanie McDonald

Deep in the forest, a forgotten temple ruin overgrown by moss is the final resting place of an old god. A stone is heaved aside, sunlight warms ancient flagstones. An offering is placed on the altar - salt, bread, oil. A prayer is said: "If you can help, do so. If not, persist." It is answered.

“we are each other’s harvest”

Wow.

Blank pages lie waiting for the pen

December came a portrait poem a whole stilled Life a reflection a candle lit a window eyes affixed as wishes and other things soul fill lungs with for music for radio the star the cup the plow the pen the Moon the math of surrender a scent memory helps hearts keep the beat with

#ImageAndVerse And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there, riotous. - Rumi #poetry #rumi #mysticpoetry photo credit: @ajmanik.bsky.social, founder of #spiritchat

Simply flows the light Silently hear the trees Heart’s intelligence watches fledglings at play ~ #Spiritchat #intentions #poetry

Untitled An hour past sunrise, the clouds are darker closer to the horizon. Three crows are having an argument in the treetops that ends with one of them angrily leaving the premises. The hiss of wind.

🎄#GothicAdvent #HappyNewYear

Morning. 🖼️ Olivia Beaumont

silver after dark the rain we were waiting for falling as moonlight

space and time expand pristine calendar pages greet the new year #dailyhaikuprompt new year

the old year dies resting on its hind legs upright til the end year moves to new year the quiet resignation of the turning earth #dailyhaikuprompt new year

opening for reflection a reconsideration new year's reckoning #dailyhaikuprompt new year

around new year’s pond goldenrod has turned to straw we count the geese #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku

Join us for a #bluesky chat in #Spiritchat ~ Sunday Jan 4 at 9amET / 2pm UTC / 730pm India Topic: On Setting Intentions Host: @ajmanik.bsky.social bit.ly/sc140-intent26 #spirituality #intention #realization

daily intentions replace resolutions fifty fifth new year #dailyhaikuprompt new year

'Beneath the Moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands, bewildered on enchanted ways Beyond the days of mortal lands.' -J. R. R. Tolkien @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 🎨Theodor Kittelsen

Morning. January (with Blue Tits, a Great Tit and a Coal Tit), Edith Holden.

Saturday plans (well, in my imagination...): 🖼️ Kevin Maddison

From grateful.org

Doris Maeter, Sparrows in Winter

purple hour & jupiter rising the day's ice & the night's moon pitted & cracked

Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead... ~J.R.R. Tolkien ‘A Walking Song’ art by Ulla Thynell, V(Kerria).

morning clear skies nibbled away by crows before evening #DailyHaikuPrompt (clear sky) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry

into the blue sky i release my little poems as if they’re robins wanting to try out their wings and make friends among the stars #tanka #poetry #TankaThursday

‘It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.’ ~ Tolkien, LOTR. This #BookWormSat is Tolkien’s birthday so we will travel to other worlds and fantasy universes. Come with us.

🌸 Art by Nino Chakvetadze

From grateful.org

Goodnight. 🖼️ Ota Janeček

For broken dreams, the cure is, dream again and deeper.” C.S. Lewis Image: Moonboat by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, 1920s, (v Maude Frome)

The Dogs of 2025 youtu.be/K_1tNbud-8g?...

Blessings 💛💛💛✨️

“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been…” Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to his wife, the sculptor Clara Rilke, on January 1, 1907 (Translated by Jane Bannard Greene and M.D. Herter Norton) #everynightapoem #january

The new year begins, Like a small thread we will weave, What are we making? #dailyhaikuprompt thread

Three new micros from Beth Gilstrap’s forthcoming There Is News Along the Ohio River (February, 2026!), in Cleaver Magazine! 📚💙🎉 @bettysueblue.bsky.social

Illustrations by Ellie Hooi Danielle “Ellie” Hooi is a Cardiff-based illustrator and stationery designer whose work captures the charm of British wildlife and nature through delicate watercolour illustrations.

New Year’s Day Plans: 🖼️ Kristina Kemenikova