For the love of nature
Solitude by Mike Ash
I can "feel" the silence.
Unbroken but for the
whispering swishhh of the gentle waves.
The thick salty presence of the
early morning air is like a healing balm.
The grey haze slowly thinning as
it has done since the dawn of time.
Quiet purples and blues slowly giving
way to pastel oranges and yellows.
The ruffle of my hair comes with a kiss
from the morning breeze upon my face.
The lingering silence of night
slipping away is reflected in the rhythm of my mind.
The vying of the gulls
in the gentle surf breaks the stillness of the moment.
Dawn is born,
its
red orange face peeking through the fog of a distant ancient horizon.
The
dreamy unsullied stillness with it's memory laden quiet shifts to capture the
present.
Thin wisps of grey gauze in the heavens catch fire in the birthing
of a new day's sun.
Glittering golden jewels scatter themselves across the
increasing pulse of the sea.
The whispering waves are speaking louder to me
now.
The sleepy quiet of the past giving way to the calmly insistent
present.
The day cries forth its birth with light, sound, and a yearning
vibrancy to its coming existence.
And yet my mind is ever drawn to the
concealing silence waiting before the dawn.
Mike Ash.
"Go in peace"
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