Monday, May 11, 2015

MONDAY MUSINGS—THE MOMENTS BETWEEN DARK AND DAWN





The moment between dark and dawn is magical.

The morning dew coats the grass and leaves. It softly drips through the thin wisps of fog that skirt the trees and stroke the tops of the brush. A transparent moon hangs above the western hills. The hush of the early morning is haunted by the last echoes of the whippoorwills. The blaze of rust as the fox fades into the tree line and home. The triumphant cry of the owl and shriek of its prey cuts through the moment between dark and dawn.

The breeze pushes back the dark grays and purples of the dark leaving mauves, a blush of rose and turquoise in their wake. To the east a crimson glow highlights the silhouette of oaks waiting to greet the sun. The scent of flowers merges with the rich smell of fertile earth and trees.

All around is the murmur and rustling wings of birds as they stretch and shake off the shadows of the night.  Mourning Doves are cooing among the branches and flash of red and bright chirps of cardinals weaving through the leaves toward the feeders. The sudden flutter of wings as a flock of doves land under the bird feeders to break their morning fast. Flickers of yellow and green announce the arrival of the finches.

Layer by layer the morning symphony builds. The buzz of the bees harvesting nectar. The aerial display of the crows against the rose and gold sky crying out a counterpoint rhythm to the chorus of birds as they sing up the sun. 

The sun opens its arms on the horizon banishing the shadows and bathes all in the golden glow of morning.



There is just something magical in that moment between dark and light. And it fills me with peace and quiet joy.