After I boasted that I would sleep in this morning (at
least past 6 AM), a raging headache drove me from bed long before sunrise. With
a hot cup of Earl Grey laced with lavender I took a niacin with an Advil. As
the niacin flashed hot my headache eased, and I refocused my attention to the
outdoors, listening to the morning.
I thought of the contrast in sounds each season holds,
from Spring to Summer is the biggest jump. Spring mild and softly adorned, both
in growth and hums to Summer’s climaxing splendor heavy with growth and robust
voices. Those rich and deafening sounds arc from nature’s heart.
Giggling tree frogs happy to see a new day sound off
in a round robin choirs. The forest band is always eager to assemble. The
morning dove wakes in a blue-mood, sad and lonely, restless crickets chime in
to lighten the mood. The noisy group woke a herd of cicadas. Soon the concert is
joined by a whole row of shaking maracas that pitched full in a fever. The
cicadas make sure all of the kingdom is awake. Once satisfied that no one
slumbers they wane, stilling themselves so a new member can shine. This new
bird has joined my singers, a shy newcomer hides from view but never hides its voice.
The music light and airy with a repeated pattern reaches down from the trees
and enchants me. I search limbs and leaves but have not yet spied this new neighbor.
With no time at all my teacup is empty and my headache silent, as my day waits
to be discovered.
Bring on the Earl Gray but hold the Lavender if you please.... except for the initial headache.. which I'm glad responded swiftly to meds ... this reads like my kinda day.... I would never have guessed you wrote these fine words Cherrie .... and that my fine literary friend is meant to be a compliment... :)
You deserve a medal for writing this well as you recover from a bad headache. I never get headaches, thankfully, but a bad pain flare all over me (happens often) can render me brain dead for hours. That's why I admire you for using the beauty of nature as a headache chaser! I like being able to see where a writer is coming from, before we read what's offered! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Thank you Margie, This style of writing is my inner joy. I loved watching Marty Stouffers Wild Ameri.. read moreThank you Margie, This style of writing is my inner joy. I loved watching Marty Stouffers Wild America, not to mention the infamous Jacques Cousteau undersea theater.
That gentle offering of the what and the how the day unfolds just appeals to me.
I dislike the sound of a memoir, and the internal rambling of a diary, but adore the ring a journal entry holds, (nutty I know :) ) as it asks someone to sit with me as either I read or share said moment.
usually my morning brew is stirred with specters never spectacles but your tea was spectacular with a lovely spectrum of species soothing your splitting headache
A amazing story shared dear Cherrie.
"The music light and airy with a repeated pattern reaches down from the trees and enchants me. I search limbs and leaves but have not yet spied this new neighbor. With no time at all my teacup is empty and my headache silent, as my day waits to be discovered. "
I understand the above lines. I do the tea with honey. Always a pleasure to read your work dear Cherrie.
I really do enjoy this style of writing both to read or write.
There is a relaxed connection.. read moreI really do enjoy this style of writing both to read or write.
There is a relaxed connection between writer and reader, that appeals to me.
Cherrie dear... your profound awareness of the morning is surreal.
I dance to the scenes of nature when the sun breaks and birds chirp
their songs of life, love and the pursuit of happiness. After all, the birds
have been with us through the Centuries ... and seem to know we need their
songs to find the strength to engage the day with optimism and hope.
Mourning Doves seem to feel comfortable with Writers. Love your
versatility in style and fondly agree that birds are enchanting. As ever, Pat
A lovely, lovely paean to the wonders of nature. I can hear the orchestra as I read and I love how you build to a crescendo, then pause and give the shy little newcomer centre stage.
Bring on the Earl Gray but hold the Lavender if you please.... except for the initial headache.. which I'm glad responded swiftly to meds ... this reads like my kinda day.... I would never have guessed you wrote these fine words Cherrie .... and that my fine literary friend is meant to be a compliment... :)
does your earl grey have any laudanum, what a tripped out party of a poem and all for the sake of a cup of earl grey, honey dripping down dulcet porcelain walls
See, Cherie, us Brits curing your headache with our famous Earl Grey. Beats me why you kicked us out of America. Mind you, like the frogs, we maybe hopping in your direction on mass. Looks like our new prime minister is the clone of Trump.
I enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning but in truth I am a tea drinker (no cream or sugar) and a co.. read moreI enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning but in truth I am a tea drinker (no cream or sugar) and a cold day or evening I like a splash a honey and a fine bourbon filtered through ( will keep your cheeks rosy and mood light).AND I thank ya for the tea. :)
I am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..