Early Rays of Dawn

It is still dark. But the varigated calls of the birds is a choral production. Their songs break the silence of the night ending. Blue-grey rays of light far off on the horizon creep. The air is still cool. The twinkle of the dew drops hang off blades of grass. An unsuspecting grasshopper springs only to become a robin's breakfast. Pink, orange and yellow artfully line the skyline. The sun peeps its sleepy head over the hilltops. A slight breeze tickles the budding leaves and blooms. The air is rich with chlorophyll. Soft, golden beams of sunlight travel through my window onto my sleeping face. Comforting warmth. I open my sleepy eyes....

Into the Night

The cool night air weaves through my blinds in the dark. The distant sound of the spring peepers, calling to one another, is heard. Calling for a lover. The full white moon slowly slides across the sky. The thin sheer curtains flutter in the breeze. This breeze carries a message. It is filled with flowers, birth and the warmth ahead. I lay nestled in my nest of cotton sheets and a duvet. I hear spring, only a quiet whisper now. A mother bird lets out an alarmed chirp. The sound of silent wings passes in the night. Perhaps she is looking for a worm? I know where the worms hide, underneath my flower pots. Downstairs, I know my four little hermit crabs are dancing. Dancing in the warm humidity of their habitat. They know spring is coming. In the dark they whisper of the change of tides and flowing sands. It is only a matter of time until the orchestra of spring begins....