Watching, waiting, listening to earth’s early morning song, overcast skies with fresh, cleansing breezes blowing after an overnight rain. Water dripping from the freshly washed branches of the pine trees. Rustling in the poplar trees leaves sounds like a steady rain.
Patience perfected as cautious head appears from the pine grove. Searching, ears up like radar checking for danger. Mother and fawn appear slowly crossing the edge of the field. Slowly moving from east to west. Tiptoeing near a flowerbed they stop for a nibble. Galloping from behind they are joined by a third. Cautiously scanning they continue their parade nearly out of sight. Head down every so often for a taste of wet clean grass.
Rustling in the east a fourth emerges, stops to survey the surroundings then runs to join the others, standing like statues frozen in time trying to be unseen. Dog barking in the distance they disappear in the west.
Dragonflies perform aerobatics in the skies above, two in formation. Left steep turns together and then right. Higher, lower they fly their ballet. Silently they dance as the crows caw in the distance. The cars on a distance road provide their song to the mix. Heard in the distance from west to east. The sound rising as the approach and quieting as they depart on their way to work in the early morning hours.
Scampering, looking a field mouse climbs to the deck sees me and retreats below. A second try, more brave, as it sits with its little pink feet and big brown eyes. Observing me trying to decide, moves a few inches carefully watching then darts on by with the sound of the woodpecker in the distance covering its steps.
Pink Cosmos flower heads swaying in the morning breezes. Sunflower heads, heavy from rain, straining to find the sun. The leaves of the maroon smoke plant shimmer with its fresh raindrops displayed. Overcast skies clearing, making way for glimpses of blue. Low gray clouds passing by, making blue skies not true. Storms moving in as the day begins.