My senses soar as I breathe in the early morning air. Crisp, clean, fragrant, holding the promise of spring,
My heart smiles.
I watch intently. Chittering birds flit from tree to tree, setting a perfect backdrop for mother nature's ,(soon to be), glorious show.
And then it happens...
Muted skies burst into a symphony of firy colors, welcoming the new day
I stand frozen,
Breathlessly trying to hold on to the magic before it slips away.
Feverishly I write, an attempt to capture the purity of the moment.
I fail, but do not despair.
My fingers continue to fly accoss the keyboard.
I say thank you!
Dawn is the gift of perfection.
Ah, I can picture you in the moment. I was still sound asleep. I might try some writing at my 3 am hour and see what happens. lol
ReplyDeleteStunning capture of the beauty with your words. I agree with that feeling that we don't want it to ever end!!
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