Many people think that sunrise is the most peaceful time of day, perfect for meditation. I look for that slow and reflective time there as well, yet today all I hear are the muted beeps of a neighbor’s unattended clock radio through my wall, the relentless tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of wind chimes from across the street, the raucous arguing of a murder of crows, and the roar of jet engines from a distant tarmac. Who would’ve thought that morning could be so blasted noisy. I guess I’ll write some poetry instead.
Zephyr from the east
Slate and gold rain clouds ride it—
Parched earth opens wide.
ljgloyd (c). 2014
November 30, 2014 at 6:55 pm
I like this 🙂 Very good 🙂 Finally managed to get to your blog, very nice 🙂
November 30, 2014 at 6:59 pm
Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
December 14, 2014 at 7:15 pm
I was thinking this morning when we had quite a symphony going on outside of birds that didn’t quite match up.