First it's the myriad chorus of birdsong
that tickles the ears and lulls you awake
from deep, transcendental slumber.
Then your eyes open to rolling patterns
of light bouncing off the ceiling.
Upon sitting up and peering out
the old but reliable casement windows,
you are temporarily blinded by the
million diamond dance of light
beaming at you, a magical road
laid down by the sun across the water.
Large cup of tea in hand,
guitar slung over shoulder,
I scurry down the steep incline
to the weathered wood outcrop,
eager to enjoy the morning
peace and sparkle.
The human melodies
blend well with the rhythm of water
lapping the rocky beach,
the creek of boats
massaging the dock
the wildlife ...Look!
A mighty heron soars by and
disappears into the green hills
surrounding the lake.
fin
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