“Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.” (Carl Sagan); “Nothing ever dies on the Internet.” (anon.); “This is not your father’s Oldsmobile.” (Madison Ave. [m]adman). My posts amalgamate these three philosophical elements into one novel experience; they champion critical thinking, human dignity / equality, levelheaded / even-handed / liberty-based governance and solid environmental stewardship. C’mon in!
Do we not all yearn for the dawn of the new day… to bear witness to the too long absent, rising sun… to observe… in welcoming awe… as the sunlight finally reasserts itself and peacefully overrules the darkness of our world… in our lives?
Minstrel of the DawnGordon Lightfoot has arrived to ease us into the new day… well… at least, here, in my Michigan time zone. For those who dwell in regions behind and ahead, perhaps the lingering memories of this clip will suffice in guiding you forward into today’s and tomorrow’s upcoming dawn…
Not too long ago, slow loading websites involved a time-out… mine. I stood up from behind my desk for a much-needed stretch… accompanied by my inevitable yawn and barely audible, exhaled “ahh”. While feeling the comforting, shifting of my vertebrae, I realized it was time to detangle myself from “The Web”.
Wandering over to my window, I immediately noticed the dazzling rays of dawn’s early sunlight… how those beams were causing a dew dropped, flowering shrub to sparkle and glisten. Truly a lovely sight to behold all in itself… but that was merely Ma Nature’s warm up act.
As Her next scene opened… a hovering hummingbird appeared center stage… flitting from blossom to blossom… gathering the nectar for her morning repast. I marveled at her delicate features and diminutive physique… the blur and subtle whirring of her wings.
This feathered aviatrix had reopened my eyes… reminded me how admiring natural wonders isn’t really all that new to me. She inspired my poem to showcase Ma Nature’s grand performances… the very sounds, sights and scents, which have meant so much to me throughout my life.
A wealth of Ma Nature’s sounds, sights and scents is there for everyone’s enjoyment… all free for the taking. Try not to be too busy to notice these wonders… many are easily drowned out by our manmade din… rapidly disappear in the blink of an eye… speedily disperse into thin air.
Sounds…
Chipmunks chirp out bird impressions,
Paired morning doves coo love professions.
Geese honk and fly V-shaped arrays,
Ducks quack out, float communiqués.
Birds’ dawn-dusk venues, woods, treed streets,
Orchestral movements, caws, peeps, tweets.
Birdcalls, babbling brooks, blend, mix,
To flower blooms, buzzed bees affix.
One-chord cricket songs, serene,
June beetles ping, each widow’s screen.
Winds rustle tree leaves, clinging vines,
Make whooshing sounds, through stately pines.
Each thunder rumble, boom, clap, crash,
Downpours pool, the raindrops splash,
Fall, winter gales, numb summer heat,
Fallen leaves, snows crunch, beneath our feet.
Dusk’s shadows descend, still the land,
Night’s embracing hush, doth chill, expand.
Sights…
The pallet of sunrise, boasts a blended hue,
Glistens spider spun webs, all beaded in dew.
Hopping rabbits drop by, feast on lush green clover,
Swallowtails, Monarchs flit, both float by, fly over.
