DAWN

I have found in my life that there are many things that happen every day that we just take for granted. Usually they are small things that are put here for our enjoyment, but WE must make an effort to enjoy them or they will just pass by and we will never see them, and perhaps not caring much if we see them or not. I sit by a small pond in the mountains for about two hours one  morning , just as dawn was breaking and watched the miracle of DAWN.   

                             

                       DAWN    

It’s been awhile since I awoke in the morning

            Early enough to watch black of night turn to gray.

As dawn burst over the mountains and trees,

            And that Orange Orb, the sun showed it’s rays.

The Aspen leaves were wet and shimmering in the breeze

            As if shaking off the long rest of night.

The birds were all twittering their special song of the day

            As they flittered from thistle and tree top in flight.

And I saw brown, in the trees as a doe and a fawn

            Came strutting along through the green of the trees,

Just nibbling at breakfast and looking round now and then.

            But unconcerned as they sniffed at the breeze.

A humming bird darting from tree limb to flower

            Did stand still in the air so it seems.

Then a finch on a branch cocked his head to the side

            Saying stay away you are disturbing my dreams.

I drove to the pond and watched the sky turn to blue,

            With white clouds scudding slowly on by.

A hawk soared above without moving a wing                                                                                          
          
As the updrafts kept him high in the sky.

And the pond in itself is a world of its own

            Brimming with life at the beginning of day.

With ripples on the surface where a fish comes to feed

            On a worm or a seed or an insect at play.

And a family of ducks leave a small wake behind

            As unconcerned they just paddle around.

They duck heads in the water, with their tails to the sky

            As they see what food under water can be found.

And the dew on the end of the grass, sprig and flower

            Sparkles like diamonds that are laced with gold.

And the breeze shakes the leaves and the dew falls to ground,

            And again I thought what a beautiful World.

                                                                                                Written at Benches Pond in

                                                                                                August 2001 byW.R.Baldwin