Vernal Reflections
Vernal Reflections
Reflections during an early morning walk in March in the Pacific Northwest
When the world is dim and dozy,
I emerge quietly into peaceful serenity,
drawn out during the splendid twilight of
the Pacific Northwest.
“Thank you,” fills my heart as
I marvel at the gifts which surround me.
Pristine, fresh air greets me
from between lofty sentinels,
crisp and alive with pine and cedar tones.
Imbibing softness,
I can breathe.
The mist’s coolness on my face is
a gentle alighting of renewal as I drift along,
a grateful witness of this slow transition
from a long darkness to morning relief.
Low lying clouds shawl the Cascades as
color begins to fill the sky behind them.
Soon: Alpenglow.
Noble elk silently graze upon the scrubby knoll,
then slowly return deep into the forest.
Elusive, their beauty is appreciated.
Savored.
The robins attest, leading all
in vernal matins of thanksgiving.
Budding with renewed life, tree blossoms are enthusiastic
at a tempered, graceful pace –
a sweet, slow build of appreciation
in blush pink, dove white, and vibrant magenta.
The deep plum Lenten roses in my garden
lead a silent, slow parade
that will last for months to come.
Dewdrops glisten on velvety ever-moss.
My fingers caress them with curiosity and care.
I can feel warmth
rising again from within as
I gently
exhale.
I remain here,
heart open,
as the light continues to settle.
Serenity.
Serenity.
Such beautiful companions, I wonder…
Do they marvel, too, as
I begin to glow thankfully
towards the sunlight
in the rising dawn
during these
Slow Mornings…