First cricket.
Singing solo.
Bids me goodnight.
Five a.m. euphony of crickets and birds.
One winding down, at the end of its nightsong.
The other awakening, to greet the new day.
That time in the morning when life is abundant
but man woman and child still slumber silently.
Not stillness, but peace in nature's sweet symphony.
6 comments:
Is that yours?
It's beautiful.
So are you.
Yes. Thanks. This is my blog less traveled by. I'm glad you stopped by.
I love all things you. Simple or Great.
hi CW: very peaceful, thanks, kathleen :)
Just lovely.
Beautifully written... the blue hour: my favorite time of day too.
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