Early Rise

Slipping under the covers last night, nestling
into his sweet warmth as we both gaze, astonished
at the crystal quarter moon, hung in the twilight sky
as if borrowed from a Saint-Exupéry watercolor;

This morning I awaken to the morning star,
ready to begin the day regardless of the hour,
observing the sturdy old adobe on the hill, standing
in stark relief to the distant rising sun, a behemoth
so devoid of sound or movement as to appear adhered
to the moving earth as she rotates on her illusive axis;

Elk graze silently in distant fields, nuzzling frosty grass
with their soft muzzles, whiskers lifting dew
from disturbed blades, as they have done seasonally
for generations and more, having just returned
from higher ground; they portend an early fall,
though one never knows at this altitude, frosty mornings
replaced by soaring daytime temperatures reaching well
into the eighties by midday;

We celebrate daily the return to the land of wilderness,
the tracks of deer, howls of coyotes, the surprise
of a snake stretched or coiled in the heat of the day,
gathering warmth for bodies lacking the ability
to generate it on their own; and await the return
of the resident Red Tail hawk, whilst rejoicing at the sight
of occasional Great Blue Herons or the honk of Canadian
geese down by the river; displacing these creatures
from their accustomed habitat would be wrenching,
and there is no plan as yet, this is protected forest land
at least for now, yet we humans must advocate daily
for this shared place we all consider home.

 

14 thoughts on “Early Rise

  1. Our mindset, the way we have wound up becoming, compels us to rearrange our environment and all that it contains, aligned to our needs.

    Where is the time or the inclination to stand by and, ‘…. celebrate daily the return to the land of wilderness, the tracks of deer, howls of coyotes, the surprise of a snake stretched or coiled in the heat of the day….’?

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    1. Yes. I would say for most people, this kind of life is either a pipe dream or not even remotely possible in their minds and thus in their reality. And yet we have created it, again and again, wherever we have lived, from Maine to Hawaii to New Mexico. I really don’t think there’s any other way either of us could live.

      Blessings on your day, dear one! 🙏❤️

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    1. Thank you, Miriam! It is what makes life rich, for me. And how can I forget the moon? Yet these offering are written as much through me as from me. She missed mention in this, but as you can see from my response to SoundEagle in my latest post Possibilities, I *have* written about our sister Moon a few times before 😉 Blessings, Miriam! ❤

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