Surreal Nature

We set out at birth of day in search of serenity and bursts of discovery. I felt alive, almost new, like the morning mist and wide-eyed baby I carried on my back. Dawn’s filtered light stroked our cheeks promising a brilliant sunrise. “Soon”, I whispered to my rosy child who gazed in wonder, “very soon”. His coos, like a melody, pranced on delicate breeze, charming squirrels out of hiding. Tiny hands coaxed falling leaves to dance as I inhaled shapes of crisp autumn. Dawn's masterpiece invoked my own childlike awe, and I wore a smile like my favorite sweater. morning blushes in effortless smiles innocent once more Nature’s breath swirled, enchanting us as brittle leaves rustled underfoot. The branches above, almost bare, swayed to greet our attendance of autumn’s opening performance. In the distance, apple trees speckled with pink and white blossoms met the horizon. The picture of indescribable beauty stirred my spirit, and I turned to find my own brown eyes watching, content. My surroundings, surreal, were wrapped in our blushing smiles as my voice became a prayer of gratitude for earth and sky, mother and child, pale memories, vibrant reflections, and the joy of all to come. dawn creates an ageless splendor inspiring rebirth 10-2-2013