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WHAT IS IT ABOUT A WATERFALL?

WHAT IS IT ABOUT  A WATERFALL?

 

It has the power to beguile…to bewitch…to enchant…to enthrall

Which made me wonder as we stopped to look…

what is it about a waterfall?

 

Many people we did not know joined us to dawdle in this place.

What is it about a waterfall that brings a smile to every face?

 

The colors surrounding a waterfall are vibrant, alive and bright

But the waterfall retains its beauty…when viewed in black and white.

 

Perhaps it is the power…the force…the energy…the sound…

or how something so impressive can fall so effortlessly to the ground.

 

Perhaps it’s how the mist floats upward or how the water seems to glisten.

Perhaps it’s part of natures’s symphony…if we take the time to listen.

 

Perhaps what we’re hearing are the sounds of time…we listen…then they’re gone…

Reminding us how nothing is permanent…how everything flows on.

 

Reminding us to enjoy this moment…this minute…this hour…this day

 

Before it reaches the edge of the waterfall…and gently cascades away.


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AWAKENED BY THE MOON

I didn’t think it possible…and at the time I thought it inopportune…

But in the early hours of the morning…I was awakened by the moon.

 

I tend to sleep less soundly these days…now that I’m a little older.

Perhaps that’s why I felt (or sensed) a moonbeam on my shoulder.

 

I opened my eyes as the moonbeam nudged me…

I eavesdropped on a gentle breeze

and outside my window the moon was full…

as it filtered through the trees.

 

It was still dark when I checked the time…It was only half past four

So I turned away from the moonlight…determined to sleep some more.

 

But her moonbeams were persistent…in the window they kept peeping

So I got up when I finally realized…I was finished with my sleeping.

 

I walked outside…the morning was brisk..

It was still too dark to see…

So I sat in a rocking chair and began to wonder…

what the moon would want with me?

 

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness

The mountains in front of me were aglow….

And I decided to linger awhile

on the porch and enjoy the show.

 

The moon was floating in a luminous sea…A mixture of dark and light…

And only the brightest stars in the heavens…were visible in the night.

 

As I sat alone in the silence of the morning

watching nature’s wonders drifting by

I understood what Shakespeare meant

when he said our souls are in the sky.

 

And I thought this is exactly what I needed

After a week filled with hate and sadness and sorrow…

And I secretly hoped in the back of my mind

 

to be awakened by the moon tomorrow.


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WHEN THE MORNING COMES ALIVE

It happens every morning in the mountains a little after 5.

The weary evening begins to ebb and the morning comes alive.

 

The stars, the moon and the dark of night are all fading

There’s a stillness in the air…

and in the silent tranquil interlude…you gradually become aware

 

that you’re about to witness one of natures awe-inspiring gifts…

You watch the ebony blanket of evening slowly start to lift…

 

and out of the evening’s residue the morning begins to peek…

and somewhere in the darkness…the first bird begins to speak…

 

She clears her throat at first, and I imagine, flaps her wings

then stands up tall upon her branch and sings and sings and sings.

 

Then another bird begins to sing…her original morning song

until the mountain is a chorus of birds…harmoniously singing along.

 

As the night pulls back her blanket…the day can now expand

and you barely have time to catch your breath as sunlight glides across the land. 

 

Every space that was cloaked in darkness is now bejeweled in light

and you smile at how magically…day has replaced the night.

 

And you feel lucky you were there to witness…this brand new day arrive…

And blessed to have experienced the wonder…

 

when the morning comes alive.


WHISPERING TREES

This morning as I stepped out into the darkness   

I was met by a gentle breeze…

and in the stillness of the morning

I could hear the whispering of the trees…

 

A tangerine moon was setting over the mountains

and I wondered as I watched it’s waning beams…

could the trees be whispering to the moon?

could they be telling her their dreams?

 

I could not make out what they were saying

could not understand their words…

Could they be welcoming the morning light?

Could they be awakening the birds?

 

Could they be questioning the clouds…

are you preparing morning showers?

Could they be saying good night to one another

or good morning to the flowers?

 

I sat in the darkness…in the silence

as the sun made her ascent…

trying hard to understand…

what all their whispering meant

 

Then I realized…sitting out this morning…

the air today cooler than yesterday…much crisper

that I don’t need to know what they are saying…

 

I just love to hear them whisper


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RUMINATIONS ON THE FOG

RUMINATIONS ON THE FOG

 

I awoke this morning to silence 

save the croaking of a solitary frog.

The clouds had descended from the heavens

cloaking the mountain in a blanket of fog…

 

On this cool summer morning in September

with the fog spreading everywhere…

I’m reminded how the Earth is alive…

for her breath was everywhere. 

 

There is a calmness in the morning fog

all boundaries seem to cease…

There is a peace that overcomes us…

and there is beauty in the peace….

 

Some people may see sadness in the mist

as it envelopes every stream, every sapling, every log

But I see happiness and I wonder :

Would the sun seem as alluring…

if it wasn’t for the fog?

 

And isn’t life is a little like the fog…

The path ahead of us may not always be clear

But if we stop to enjoy the beauty of the walk

the answers soon appear.

 

I wish everyone could walk in the morning fog

because being shrouded on a stroll

and dancing in the misty solitude

 

is one way to find our soul.


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A CONVERSATION WITH THE MOON

I awake early…

before the sun…

it’s something I usually do…

Before the ebony sky of evening gives way to morning blue…

 

I sIt by an open window listening to the crickets croon…

Illuminated ever so softly by the light of a crescent moon…

 

As the light peeks through my window…a glow more delicate than the sun

I’m amazed how she awards me one moonbeam…

while extending the rest to everyone…

 

A crescent moon always fills me with hope…it’s the classic push and pull..

Where some may see a moon half empty…I see a moon half full…

 

I love to talk to the moon at this time…before she welcomes in the morn…

To ask her if from her crescent-ness…a baby’s smile is born…

 

Does she revel in the silence in the world she oversees?

Can she enjoy her beauty as she shines down through the trees…

 

Is she happy in her nightly routine…or when all is said and done..

has she ever thought what it would be like…to be a planet…or the sun? 

 

I tell her how I once thought I had the perfect way…

to make my Deborah swoon…

I wold offer her my heart…and promise her the moon…

 

But along the way I realized…I only had to promise her we’d stand…

And gaze at the moon together…as a couple…hand in hand…

 

And oftentimes I thank the moon….for making me aware….

of how she can enchant an evening…just by being there…

 

Perhaps that’s why I wake up early…

not only to hear the crickets croon

But it’s the best time of the day… 

 

to have a conversation with the moon. 


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MORE IMPORTANT THAN WE THINK

 

 

As humans we have a tendency to think we’re more important than we are...

More important than the trees, the animals, the rivers or the stars.

 

More important than the insects…the rocks, the clouds, the air.

We like to think we are superior…to all creations…everywhere. 

 

But stand in a field awash in a midday sun…and try not to be stunned…

As daylight turns to darkness when the moon blocks out the sun.

 

Or walk amidst the forest in the misty morning dawn

And think how many of these trees will be here long after we’re gone.

 

Or stand on a mountain top at sunset...or where the ocean meets the sand

And you quickly come to realize...we are but a speck upon the land.

 

When we think we are more important than the wind, the water…the land

Perhaps we should pause a moment and try to understand…

 

How the Earth knows, when it comes to importance, we humans are quite small…

and without all these things we think we’re superior to…

we wouldn’t be standing here at all!

 

 

 
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TOTALLY ECLIPSED

We bought our glasses…made our plans…knew all the eclipse trends…

We were ready to share this once in a lifetime moment…with family and friends.

 

We walked to an open field, our group now numbered 11

And with our glasses on and cameras ready we looked up to the heavens.

 

We watched as the sun slowly covered the moon…it was something we’d never seen…

then the sky around us began to darken and turn a yellow-green.

 

At 2:37 in the afternoon the sky lost all it’s light

And we saw the corona of the total eclipse…as day turned into night.

 

For 55 seconds in the darkness we smiled and laughed and screamed

We knew we were witnessing something special…

something none of us had ever dreamed….

 

And when the darkness lifted…when the sun again began to flame

The 11 of us who were standing there…knew we’d never be the same.

 

For we all all changed a little in those 55 seconds it took the midday sun to set…

It was a once in a lifetime moment…one we never will forget.

 

You see, not only did we witness a moment that in itself transcends…

But how lucky for us to share it…with family and friends….

 

Yes, we weren’t quite sure what this day would bring 

though we had read the manuscripts…

But any expectations we had before it started…

were totally eclipsed.

 

 

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WHY NOT YOU AND I?

The sun and the moon are different!

We all know the reason why.

They’re as different as night and day,

yet they choose to share the sky.

 

The plants and the animals are different!

It’s the way the world was planned.

Yet, despite their apparent differences,

they choose to share the land.

 

The creatures in the ocean are different!

As different as they can be.

But that doesn’t seem to bother them

as they choose to share the sea.

 

Which makes me wonder...

 

If the creatures can share the ocean...

if the sun and moon can share the sky...

if the plants and animals can share the land...

 

What is stopping...you and I?


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