Summer Morning

Thought For The Day

Near Yellowtail Dam, Fort Smith, Montana



Summer mornings break more softly.

If Spring is Champagne,

summer is a rich, earthy Bordeaux,

not lavishing one with quick bursts of excitement,

but slowly enriching the palate

with hints of oak, mushroom and peat,

then finishing in an orchestral

denouement of sensuality,

like a sigh.


Even the bright sounds of birds,

rise more roundly like

a mother brushes her child's hair

from out of their eyes and cups

her hand to hold his cheek and

lingers there with her eyes.


The low sun quickly warms

all creatures with

gratitude

for

a summer day.



©Herb Ratliff, June 19, 2012, All Rights Reserved