8 MAY 2019
If you chanced to
wake up early.
one beautiful spring morning
in May....in the sweet,
cool fresh mountain air
of the Rio Grande Valley,
just west of the Watermelons,
What would you
write about... ?
...with the rare spring angle
of the sun's rays coming in
through the "writing window, "
and falling in a fascinating,
almost mysterious
"dappled light."
and...when the hanging-bird-grain just
outside in the waxy bush
has been constantly covered with
wrens, chickadees, and old-timey
run-of-the-mill sparrows...
all having some breakfast in
quick, flitting pecks...
A big beautiful white wing dove
hangs back on a bush branch,
as if overseeing the whole
scene...and he too slips in
for a quick bite now and then...
Heartwarming is the tiny gray
little round brand-new-bird with
no real feathers yet, and
still with fuzzy fur and he
sits alone on the window bar
right at my end of the window...
staring at me like he needs a
friend or maybe he has never
seen a real writer before...he watches,
and watches...
The whole morning is capped by
a brilliant blue sky, ah..but
with a few summery white clouds
beginning to float by promising
many more to come in the
later heat of the day
A few laughing kids walk by
out front on their way to school--
Somewhere a ways off in the
neighborhood, a distant
lawnmower is echoing its rather
homey, peaceable sounds...
Our two (married?) resident
blue jays are at it again--
quarreling in the top of our
pine tree I think--she--
is winning
May Day and Cinco de Mayo
are already o'er and
Mother's Day coming.." and
as they say: "Can the Fourth
be far off?"
So I sit here, thinking how beautiful
and nice our world is...and
wondering what it would be like...
without humans?
The "dappled light" continues to
fascinate me...
and I must write...
but am waiting for the
mockingbird to sing.
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MIL
8 MAY 2019
Thursday, May 9, 2019
INSPIRED BY THE "DAPPLED LIGHT" OF SPRING
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