Thinly veiled whisps of gossimer
vaugely shadow mirrored currents. Flowing softly ever forward
to an unkown destination. While fawns drink in the predawn light
standing amidst thier watchful does. Aregally antlered tall buck
walks from amongst the clustered trees. To survey this scene that is his
protected, natural, harmless.
Brightly colored awakening birds
begin to sing and shake out wings. Their search for food not yet begun
the first pink rays just begining. Denizens of the night retreat
to hide away before the day. The veil begins to disipate
as black becomes gray and gray light. I am honored and blessed indeed
to be allowed this privileged sight.
It can truly be a blessing to be there at dawn. I remember two occasions: we stopped for the night and my parents rented a small cabin. I was twenty-one and slept in the car because there wasn't room in the cabin. I awoke at dawn and went down to the stream that had been dammed, to create small pond. Two otters were swimming in the pond joyfully. I watched them for a moment and then they disappeared.
I was about twenty-six when I stopped for the night the Avenue of the Giants in Northern California. When I awoke at dawn I felt like I was in a cathedral with the light filtering down in the dust of the ages.
Guess I need to write poems about those experiences.
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Jane
Sight is one of many things we take for granted. I stopped taking it for granted when I lost it for a brief time. The world is full of wonders to see.
Mary
I was about twenty-six when I stopped for the night the Avenue of the Giants in Northern California. When I awoke at dawn I felt like I was in a cathedral with the light filtering down in the dust of the ages.
Guess I need to write poems about those experiences.
Ron