pre dawn is when my eyes see best
my ears capture the silence of the sky
without the sound of birds
the colors create their own music as the light violet
changes to a dome of orange and red
peeking over the tree line
the white sheer curtain moves lazily
as the cool breeze of late summer
betrays the usual hot humidity of August
fall is whispering as I feel her kiss my skin
prompting memories to peel open in anticipation
of the coming season
a daily, timeless cycle for certain
and I am only one more observer
awestruck at the simplicity of this symphony
that echoes continuously
for a short eternity
as the climbing sun’s light glints on the clouds
turning them bubble gum pink
I feel a wash of connection
to this particular congregation
the sagacious bee 