When there's no sound of singing birds During morning's early light. The forest sits eerily still, With lack of busy chatter, From chipmunks, squirrels and such. As senses search, dew laden thickets, Not one rustle, peep nor flutter found. Today, there's lack of early day magic, In the deepest of Vermont woods. Lifeless trees stand motionless Mirroring the stance of wooden statues. Once vibrant white cotton ball billowed clouds Are painted gray with a varying blur of color Such as pewter, slate and steel. All a portrayal of Nature's warning Of imminent danger like the Storms which are a-brewing. Fear not, all here have weathered Such conditions, prior. And today shall be no different. Once it makes it's presence known And then continues on, The air then clean and revitalized After an hour or two of summer's Often not so gentle rain. Blue skies shall once again Reign overhead. Blazing Rays of sunshine's appearance Will create humidity along with Sparkling prisms upon the edges Of dripping leaves On saplings, brush, birches And all those evergreens. Bird solos return and echo, As the forest's undergrowth Once again, comes to life With hectic sounds of busyness. The bees will be a-buzzing Upon each blossomed flower. Deep woods normalcy again restored. And we, the humans that came here For relaxation and to revel In Mother nature's warm embrace. Are awakened to a knowledge. No matter what transpires Our souls relentlessly continue Soaring free, from everyday stressors. Pictures from Mount Holly, Vermont August, 2016 Photography copyrighted and compliments of K and L.G.B. For Miracle's challenge I used both #2 and #3!!
Kind Regards and feeling grateful – K