I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Sky Songs

One night last week as the sun was setting...
The clouds started to catch fire. I couldn't turn away. I stood there, mute and insignificant. I was waiting for a song to start, or a harp, or trumpets... Yes, it was that beautiful. 
Then a bird started singing a plainsong somewhere close by.
 A sweet and quiet sound as if it was purring, but with a melody.
Do you suppose it knew how beautiful the sky was? 
Do you think that the song was it's reply? 
Kind of a "Thank you."?
 The song was short... only one small refrain. 
Then it stopped.
And, as the world went dark,
  I was reminded that we do need
 to celebrate what's right with the world
 and that nature is always there to give us examples
if we watch for them... and listen.



5 comments:

  1. You are so right Connie. A lovely post. Have a blessed day. Madeline

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  2. always looking for the bit of beauty...and yeah, there are things right it we look...smiles..i think the rough is easier to see at times...

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  3. AWESOME! ~Dawn

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  4. that sky would make me give pause and silently say a prayer of thanks.

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