I have two things to share today: the first, a photograph from this morning’s sunrise, enjoyed once again from my new favourite yoga tree-stump. I hope you enjoy the beauty of it, and pause to take a deep breath and marvel at the wonderful world we are lucky enough to live in; and then another, remembering to be grateful for life, just as it is.
The second, an evocative poem entitled ‘Dawn’, by Mark R Slaughter
Dawn blushed – betrayed her waking sky
To gently break another morrow fine.
Night waned – the black receding – highland
Reaching for the early morning wine.
The chorus rendered frantic caws and
Chirps and other avian song,
Mapping out the ‘mine and yours’, and
Goading more to sing along!
Quiescent water – deep of lake –
Reflected out the hazy red, but
Through the glass, a flick, a break:
An urgent tail from hidden bed!
And in the meadow, waking faces
Calmly spread a coloured veil;
The dew disclosing spider laces –
Oft with once a fly’s travail!
Dawn blushed; revealed her inner peace;
She handed on another blissful day.
Night ebbed, relenting to release of
Warming blood that gives to her display.