A Reflection In My Window

Breathless -
Was the only word in thought to describe the feelings
As I sat gazing out the window of my kitchen.

A lost faint flicker of some distant star
As the soft hues of dawn canvassed the morning sky.
Enlightening my eyes to a vision of beauty unfolding.
While only hours before in darkness,
Lay a still slumbering landscape.

Birds lofting nearby amongst the many trees,
Standing like silent sentinels
The length and on either side of the drive,
Shared an early morning chorus of song to
Usher in the new day.

A cool breeze gently kisses the tall unkempt
Fields of grass,
Causing an uneven sway, spilling the morning
Dew from the blades
Onto the spongy soil below.

While gliding above a red tailed hawk,
Likened to a ballerina I flight, gracefully
Catching each current, using air pockets to break
And turn swiftly with flawless precision.
Ever watchful of the slightest movement below,
And possible morning snack.

Shadows shift as dawn blossoms into full
Morning light.
Warming all it touches while dulling
Softer colors in its radiance.


As if waking from a hidden slumber,
The fields explode to life,
Flowers stretching in the warmth,
A sea of pastels and muti-colored petals.

Then as if some silent call is heard, honeybee’s appear,
Collecting pollen without delay.
Carrying away the gold to be stored away.
For fresh nectar will come from their hard work this day.

While I gaze still out my window,
At all the wonders that unfold
From the wood does step a doe,
Stopping briefly, just to stare.

What seemed as if were hours for this hidden
world to appear.
Was in reality just long enough,
For my tea kettle to pierce the morning air.

Life was crawling, flying and walking around,
Not mentioning the mere thousands of the items
Still growing from the ground.
Then in a mere moment while stepping outside,
I had a brief insight, the picture seemed clear!

The purpose of life and all of creation
From man’s role on earth to the tiniest crustacean
Not to strip the lands, pushing back the expanses.
Nor to spoil the planet with foil smelling vapors.

We make it work once, then we throw it away.
We bury it deep, but it won’t go away.
We kill off the fish, and our drinking supply.
We exterminate whole species, dozens at a time.
It all seemed so simple looking out through my window,

Till I recalled the name, “Paradise”.

How the gardener wasn’t Able.




RK McLean c2005