She so admires the way
this canyon cradles sounds
echoing softly heralding in each season manifesting on and on and on in earnest honoring of time, life and mother nature
Wafting up to her this particular day splendid and bright acoustically inclined buzzed locals blast from below with hearty laughter and soft guitar’s plucked song pull her heart strings closer to grounding than ever
Hummingbirds gracefully dart and dash in delightful wingéd dance zoom nearby filling bellies with proxy flowers teasing thin air in a flurry of feeding colors then dashing off to next feed
Below her barefeet worn wood of cantilevered deck she hears rustling leaves fall in their nearing crisp reveal nestled chattering birds busy busy busy relating their tales of catching worms gobbling them whole narily evading demise as the neighborhood feral cat sits intent and ready holding vigil watching with eager hunger just beyond cool shadow hidden slightly
Tulle fog shifts lends space for sun salutations casting daily dues stretching beyond horizon in dappling light pending waves of impending heat along soaring wings above ancient lore and
tree lined topped speckled sky fierce with light dive and freefall in fluctuating currents cool and free
Caw-ca-caws of a lone crow in seek of mate and murder eludes company temporarily on a shaded branch taking time for herself ever hopeful
Hound dogs yelp and holler excited to break through chains and corral within hurricane fences breaking just beyond dirt roads curving up dust they seek rounding up one more wild boar or perhaps another tantalizing treat to put to fire and belly pleasing their master and primal egos
Laurels at bay and wiley oaks lurk in shadowy reverence of towering redwoods content and wise observing the basin stirring up frogs croak in waning creek as breezes rise and ebb
Lifting wings of dappled grey
Two turtle doves figure eight near with stuttered gentle coos of love’s sweet promise of nurtured hatchlings in yonder nest tucked away safely
Ah, yes, she loved the way the canyon cradled sounds echoing the season’s life reinforced.
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