Awakening
I wish to capture in some way
with words, the ineffable
images, and sounds of quiet,
in a time without man sounds.

Early morning awakened by
the first glimmer of orange red
as it begins to rise phoenix like
across the lake.

Incongruous images blended together,
deck railing covered with
beach towels, swim suits, life jackets.
Sandals with the obligate passengers of sand.

Cool, windless, no sound
of noise except the
bountiful nature noise
that exists in my silence.

Conversations of squirrels
as they sit sending their messages
from the high floating needle fingers of white pines.

The subtle whir, phantom like,
of ruby breasted humming birds
at the feeder jockeying for position.

Persistent bird songs
Celebrating, welcoming,
And then the exploring pileated wood pecker
On pine overgrown, over ripe.

The orchestral sounds of silence
play out against the rising orb.
In its rising, the silhouette fills out
Mists rising within its climb.

Now a brilliant blaze of
focused energy with a yellow shell,
A ball of incandescent light, searing to behold,
Incandescent memories.
© Aarchi Advani Saini.!