Let Our Hearts Sing Out Without Restraint

Morning

The morning is heralded by my conscious awareness of the

Blaring silence around me.

Looking out the window, I'm alarmed by the frozen serenity,

The frozen sunlight

Circumventing the hollow in which I reside.

Then, Vermont wakes up

Looking down, little chipmunks scurry away to their hideaways.

Inversely, looking up, couplings of birds can be seen hovering around the canopy,

Perhaps stretching their feathery sinews.

The trees begin a choreographed sway

Mastered eons ago.

Clouds sashay across the mountains

And bees materialize majestically out of the shadows

Then, I wake up.