A Wakening Beneath the Stars

Objects in the foreground, images are unclear Nature in slumber, dreams have filled in, All creatures are asleep, night moves out Scanning the vista, life will soon begin New day has begun, night slept well Shades to open, nature responds to light Suspended state of awareness, dreams won’t last Night illusions past, silhouettes fade from sight. Nature coming into view, recognition over time Moon’s glow narrows, sunlight begins to spread Sounds erupt in response, tiny ones stir Nature still yawns, taking forty winks instead. Elapsed time passes by, night slept still Valleys begin awakening, sun light striking through Glimpses of tree tops, changing winds swept Trees are stretching, leaves dripping from dew. No bell to arouse, no alarm set Coming of awakening, natural calling of creations Distant sounds of loons, turtles dunk underwater Senses give rise, slight movement of expectations. Queen Anne’s lace towering, golden rod thriving Mallards are nestled, beaver’s home built sound, Swamp grass is waving, water flowing through Sun rays heighten, morning glories are found. Trees stretch their arms, birds take notice Blue jay calling, repertoire’s rehearsal to start Music in the air, fancied by tweeter Mr. Mrs. Cardinal, now close at heart. As the night suspends, the day unleashes Festivities will ignite, till shining stars light From this day forth, I now rest Thus my gifts, are there in sight.