A New Day Dawns

The grass is sprinkled in dew and sparkles in the morning light.

A pair of robin’s dance in unison along a mighty limb of Healing Tree.

The sycamore tree echoes from the cries of sparrows that call it home.

A lone squirrel shimmies down the trunk of a mighty silver maple rubbing against its thick coarse bark as if receiving a well-deserved massage.

Peonies in full bloom droop over in surrender from yesterday’s heavy rain, while others find the strength to rise above the beating.

A lone cottonwood fluff rides the invisible currents as if it were on a slow-motion rollercoaster ride.

A chipmunk appears from below the bottom step frozen in motion. The stare down begins as I silently send her the message she is safe in my presence. She thinks not and retreats to the safety of cover below her step.

A squirrel munches on goodies found on the ground as it watches two bunnies jumping about—neither concerned about the other.

A sparrow rises in flight like a helicopter. A perfect straight line upwards from ground to nest that rests towards the end of a limb perfectly camouflaged by the sycamore leaves.

The shadows of birds in flight dance across the lawn, but their wholeness is nowhere in sight for the sun sits bold and bright blinding the view up above.

The wee morning hours are singular moments of life awakening—each in its own way and on its own terms. Subtleties that, within hours, will meld into a community of motion that turns into day.