Meditation

This day, this oft-ignored escape, this place

The nascent dawn breathes calm and dewy chill,

I’m beckoned, enter in this backyard space,

By fluttering finches: “Come, enjoin the trill!”

Sudden scramble – feeders newly filled,

Squirrels resume their tussling, chipmunks fussing

Scurry scuffling soon erupts anew,

Cooing mourning doves renew their fluttering.

Lachrymose and languid, whispered utterings,

Consolations ease our troubled minds,

And all the while the waning moon hangs, hovering,

Silently observing humankind.

The ever constant moon, when spied at dawn,

Reminding: “Don’t be blue…just carry on.”