Spring
Soft curling breezes, daylight ebbs;
silver glowing illuminates the western sky.
With its own bright whistle, a single tiny song bird calls out rejoicing
in this day’s sunshine beauty.
Twilight essence is now drawing to a close. It lifts
a gracious whirlwind that simply dissipates into surrounding tall trees and
woods alike. In sweet release, my heart is comforted.
Peace comes in inner contemplation,
of creation’s reality. My very being rests. Solitude is my personal welcomed
guest. Soft Spring breezes lift themselves swaying upward into every tree; branches
and leaves simply yield. This gift to my heart and soul is nature’s spacious
hum, playing its own composition within nature’s harmony.
Shadows gradually descend, as the sun fades; bringing
Heavenly lacework of silver- silhouette- splendor above. A renewed rise of wind
is released afresh and held within forest trees. Twilight surges, rifts of air play;
circling, dancing. Birds with newly acquired mates and unmatched juveniles, midst
this woods marshland treasure, sing out their final passionate calls. Lovely
feathered orchestra echo and repeat to one another their music which Creator
God composed within every cooling shadow.
See the trees sway together; within
the brush of every branch, twig and leaf? In peace, early night; winds rise and
slowly fall. Perched among silhouette branches; tiny jewels, each feathered
treasure; add there perfect closing accompaniment. Spread thicket of Cottonwood-
Aspen- Fir, willow and Oak; their Spires tall to the skies receive one last
dusting; like sugars of light over their tree tops. In hushed voice of twilight; one last breeze
twirls and the Red Winged blackbird, calls out to its mate, “Good night.”
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