Laden mist raked by outstretched branches dragged by sodden ground. drumming out the meaning of summer. A reluctant morning hangs waist deep in chilled mist. Birds perch silently with anticipation. Insects wake with perfect slant of splintered sun. Penetrating heat slowly melts a cool slumber.
Day is inevitable.
From within the pitch black of our tiny cabin I look out past the silhouette of jagged tree tops to the billion, trillion stars of infinity. I listen past the gentle rustle of leaves to Love's melody of peace. I have been touched by eternity and God's boundless ever presence of now. I will only too soon return these few borrowed atoms to you mother earth. I hope you don't mind my staying alive just a bit longer to use them.