If I could share my garden on this early morning walk
I would have called the whole world to come and walk with me.
The sun, not up, but the light of dawn invited the day
The magic of quiet
The first songs of birds
Welcomed this glorious day.
At thirty past five as the world awakened
no breeze was blowing
The stillness was magical
I stopped to take in the mindful beauty that spring can bring.
A meditative state of sorts where projects go unnoticed.
With gratitude I spent those early morning hours with my reflective self.
Thoughts of appreciation and awe at nature’s gifts.
A peace revealed
As the sun rose I could feel the predicted wind
It moved the budding maple branches.
Spring gardens were bursting with color.
Recent rain encouraging their growth.
Blue and white violets finding their way through the new green grass.
Spring bulbs the colors of the rainbow lined the stonewalls.
The iridescent forsythia blossoms
Catkins hanging from the birch trees
The mindful beautiful of what spring can bring.
The winter cold a fading memory,
The summer heat a fleeting thought.
The magic of the moment
A lasting memory.