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ANOTHER MOUNTAIN MORNING

 

 

There is a miracle that happens every morning in the mountains…a little after five.

as the evening heads to bed and the morning comes alive.

 

As the stars, the moon and the dark of night begin to fade…there is a stillness in the air

and in the silent, tranquil interlude…you gradually become aware

 

that you’re about to witness one of natures awe-inspiring gifts…

as you watch the ebony blanket of evening slowly start to lift…

 

and out of the evening’s residue the morning begins to peek…

and somewhere in the waning darkness…the first bird begins to speak…

 

She clears her throat at first, and I imagine, flaps her wings

then standing tall upon her branch she begins to sing.

 

Then another bird and another join in…adding their voices to the song

until the mountain is a chorus of birds…harmoniously singing along.

 

As night folds up her blanket…the day can now expand

and you barely have time to catch your breath as sunlight skims across the land. 

 

Every space that was cloaked in darkness is now bejeweled in light

and you smile at how magically and effortlessly…day replaces night.

 

And you feel lucky you were there to witness…a brand new day arrive…

and blessed to have experienced the wonder…when the morning comes alive.

 
 
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AWAKENED BY THE BIRDS

The way I wake up in the mountains is often difficult to put into words…

Each morning the alarm that awakens me…is the singing of the birds.

 

It begins with one bird crooning softly and I slowly open my eyes

then other birds join in the singing…gently beseeching me to rise….

 

It’s a wonderful way to wake up…listening to what the birds are trying to say

A pleasant, relaxing and beautiful way…to begin yet another day…

 

This morning I opened my eyes to a chorus of birds.

And I could hear in their melody…

Hurry…hurry…get up…get out of bed

there’s something we want you to see…

 

So I tiptoed out of the bedroom…with the birds singing harmoniously…

and in the dawn of the early morning…I stepped out on our porch to see…

 

As I reached the railing and looked out…the birds were now singing quite loud…

drawing my attention to the distance…..where a rainbow arced down from a cloud…

 

And I thanked all the birds as I stood on our porch…for waking me up so vociferously…

for opening my eyes to this wondrous morning…for insisting I get up and see…

 

Next, I rushed down and awakened Deborah…I said, the birds have been singing to me

there is something we’d all like to show you…something we’d like you to see…

 

And we stood on our porch together…with the birds singing happily in the background…

once again taken in by the wonder of a morning…and the beauty that in nature abounds…

 

A morning born amidst a chorus of birds…singing at the top of their lungs…

 

Urging us to see colors in the midst of the raindrops…painted by the sun.


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