Slow Motion, Please
The dawn shade is retreating down the southwest hills, the valley floor, sleepy and cool. Distant, On the south side of this slumbering settlement, a rooster crows, 200 birds ish-ka-bibble endlessly in the aviary, water rushing down a steep creek bed. The night breeze from the north and east has stopped, And the day wind out of the southwest, has not begun to flow, drawing moisture out of plant and animal alike. Last night there was a full moon that rose late over the hills above us. The cicadas performed, a night symphony. I swung in the tree swing in the moonlight, wishing for arcs in slow motion. This morning, I helped Gary move the double bed up from the barn for the new residents. We have 6 more days of vacation. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 11:07 AM PST, Carole Dudley 0 • 10
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"The dawn shade is retreating down..."