This moment

Paused:

In the midst of aspen, beech, and birch,

The Earth softened by the night rain,

God’s tears frozen on every leaf,

The morning light curved and recurved

Through the droplets heavy at the tips,

Trees intense, crowns bent,

And the birds awed into quietness,

 I am stilled in wonder -

The dogs, wondering, looking up at me –

At the beauty of the greenscape,

The subtle shades of silence

That permeate this moment,

And I  desire for nothing more

Than to be a witness to this each day.