Love letter to the earth
At 3am this morning, the frogs sang me awake,
their gentle chirping, guttural tune, so soft
so tranquil
under the dark night sky.
They quieted as fingers of orange lit into the
air high above, lilac and powdery blue
And the birds took their queue
singing cheeky morning trills, trumpeting news
that dawn was nigh
Into the cool air I went, pedaling my bike
up up up
the steep grade of Tolman creek
Climbing from our sleepy, manicured town,
into the wild forest
where madrones tower protectively
twisting in their naked bark,
paddle leaves drumming gently
in the breeze
and the buzz of heavy bees
dipping into manzanita blooms -
the teeny tiny fairy slippers dancing with pollen,
tickled by wings.
I climbed higher and higher,
into the light
of golden day,
with the smell of fragrant soil
entering my body with each breath
At the top I wished a good morning to this stretch of earth
nodding to blue mountain peaks awash in the distance,
feeling the hush of green pines circling,
cradling, holding, supporting,
nourishing, embracing
me,
the forest,
all the life.
Good morning.