DAWN  July 1, 2016

Persimmon blazes as the second half of 2016 stretches awake across the eastern Washington sky.

What do I hear if I close my eyes and empty my mind....open my ears and my heart

To the morning gifts?  What do I see when I am not searching for anything in particular?

~~ cobwebs glisten on shrubs welcoming daylight, casting diamonds into the morning light

~~ Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi- chiiiiiiiii…..automatic sprinklers rain - blades of grass drink

~~ Burlington Northern crosses the valley whistling through a sleeping country town

~~ doves sing from the pines above the rooftop

~~ ding…..the coffee pot calls to me through an open door

~~ Mamma and Papa quail lead their brood of nine across the lawn, pausing as they catch    me watching

~~ the trill of morning birds, each singing it’s part in the post dawn chorus

~~ a car motor kicks into gear - the workday has begun

~~ hmmmmm...hmmmmmm..hmmmmm as the tank in the dining room provides needed oxygen

~~ bunny scampers from his hiding place under the hedge

~~ flit--flit…..a robin has found the freshly filled birdbath, wings tapping quickly, bringing a shower down on her back

~~ gravel crunching underfoot --a neighbor wanders out for the morning newspaper

~~ breezes blow gently...sprinkler water finds its way to my shoulders

Persimmon sky, now dissipated to the normal light of a new summer day.  

Warmth wraps the front porch where I sit, coffee cup at my side…

I am blessed in this new day -- I am grateful.