The beauty of bare branches, blue sky and that blazing star at Oak Tree House today.

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that (she) who began it all
can feel you when (she) reaches for you.

Rilke from his ‘Onto a Vast Plain’.