The beauty that pulls me in...

She sits in patches of sunshine...

that is her way...

Yesterday...I sat for a moment too...

in the absolute calm of a new day...

I looked out of that same window...

I saw stillness out there...

I was aware of the newness of this day...

the untouched-ness of it all...

I saw a purple sky up high...

the morning star was pinned there...

and lower down in the blue...

that's where the day waited to burst through...

lower still...

a pale yellowness...
creep...creeping...crept...

What a miracle...the new day... 

There was not a breath of wind...

the pool water held no rippling...

only clear reflections could be found...

I only sat for a moment...

after seeing all that

I knew what i had to do...

I unlocked the sliding door...

disturbing the dogs...stirring them from slumber...

they came forward to greet me...happy to see me...

old legs stiffer and slower in the dawn...

that first bark...was cold too...

coarser... 

hoarser...

 than i know it to be... 

I shush them...crossly under my breath...

they are waking the whole world...

 I feel bad just then...

they gave me joy...

I gave them reproach in return...

I set up my tripod...

I take note of just how cold the morning air feels...

I hope i don't surprise a scurrying rat...

he may just drop dead when i scream...we both might...

I worry about spider webs... the ones i'll feel... not see... 

Looking at the neighbors security lights...

I like how they light up each and every window...

it feels safer somehow...light chasing away the shadows...

I start to shoot...

today is one of those days i feel that the camera cannot possibly

capture the true beauty that pulls me in...that pulls me out...out here and into this...

that maybe just maybe the eye is superior to the shutter and lens...

Or is it all in the feeling...

I take a few shots...

the cool...no cold... morning air is creeping too...

up my bare legs in under my gown up to my knees...

the steel of the tripod is startlingly cold now...

And that's when it hits me...

Summer has slipped away...right round... to the other side of the earth...She is travelling...

She has not fully arrived there in all her glory... yet... it's only Spring there now...

and we still feel generous Summer's presence in our daylight hours...
when the sun beats down blessings from high above...

but She is on her way...

And while it's still Autumn's turn here now...

 for a moment longer... still Autumn...

We can feel Winter's icy fingers have touched our mornings and evenings...

and we know She won't be letting go...greedy Winter wants it all...

and She will have her way...

Post Script
When you start writing something in your sleep just about...
or to put it another way...if the exact words are swirling in sentences as you surface from sleep...
then you know you have to ink them...

My feet hit the carpet a split second before the alarm clock sounded...this scenario is VERY unusual in our house...lol...but that's how my day started at 5:30am

I wish i always had something to write...sigh...
but it only comes to me...when it comes...