|Pink Lady’s Slippers|
A dim glow awakens the morning sky, a far off woodpeckers rat tat tatting echoes off the hillside. Bare tree branches come alive with splashes of yellow, red and blue working their way toward the bird feeder. A pair of ducks fly overhead, circle, then land in the swamp below the hill.
All the cares and want of human life is minimized, our presence an intrusion on the natural ebb tide of life.