Some Mornings

My makeshift bird bath in the 'wild' garden.

Some Mornings

4/17/10

There's nothing so glorious

as dawning of day,

on Saturday, in Springtime,

when wild flowers bloom

with myriad wild colors,

and early outside shower

finds me amazed, viewing

Sun illuminated rainbow strands

from silkworms' trapeze threads

while 'Kitty' runs wild

channeling crazy teenage exuberance,

scaling trees in flash,

stopping, bear hugging trunk,

then awkwardly coming down,

to stealthily hunt birds,

without success for now

which makes me glad,

I love feathered friends'

 melodically diverse vocal cacophony,

antics while they bathe

or scratch in grass,

Spring air has quality

that's filled with exhilaration

seeming to magnify beauty,

bring all senses alive,

humbling and exalting me

I become seamless witness,

at One, Divinely absorbed,

ultimately mesmerized some mornings.