The water lies still
between dark and first light,
without dawn’s warmth
to raise the wind.
In that quiet space
the movement toward morning
a rich vein of silence.
The water lies still
between dark and first light,
without dawn’s warmth
to raise the wind.
In that quiet space
the movement toward morning
a rich vein of silence.
Dawn in the desert
One can hear the scritching of small dry-bred creatures hurrying home.
The stone fountain was a gift we joyously set up last night.
Today, filled with water bubbling over it’s square sides
I listen to the unusual music of moisture.
And find echoing wetness of gratitude in my eyes.
love the image of the “rich vein of silence”
All is quiet in the stillness of dawn when human hearts slumber. This is a rich time for reflection. This is lovely, Don!
Beautiful, simply beautiful.
Thanks for your many gifts of Joy in this man’s Heart.