Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Breeze at Dawn

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
There's a refreshing coolness in the air at the beginning of day, a feeling of whispered invitations, fey surprises and unknown adventures waiting away out there, somewhere beyond the shining rim of it all.

The serendipity meeting of fence and field and fog and tree could be a metaphor for life itself and our meandering earthly journey through it - so too, the amorphous horizon, pale violet skies and drifting wisps of cloud.  It is easy to get so caught up in the heavens and their pearly contrails that she doesn't see the spider web shimmering on the fence until she  returns home and takes another look.

When I awakened before dawn, the giant constellation Orion hovered above the southeast horizon, planet Mars lower in the east and the Perseids almost directly overhead.  The appearance of Orion  in August's middling pages is a harbinger of autumn and something I always watch for.

Sometimes one needs a morning like this to start things off in late summer, especially when the projected temperature for the day is in the forties (Celsius) with humidity factored into the equation.


sarah said...

Such a beautiful photo.

Green Gal said...

I love that poem, and this is a beautiful reflection post. Thank you for sharing!