morning openingMystery

Lost in mist and time

In the still, cool garden, petals silently unfurl, blackbird lazily pecks at fallen fruit.  Chaffinch calls from topmost limb, Goldfinch rasps her morning song.  The dew spangled garden, fragrant, fresh, still silent. No bee seeks out nectar, no butterfly warms her wings. Calm sea, mountain cloaked in morning mist; waiting for the rising sun to release us from our reverie…