Sunday, May 10, 2009

Before Dawn

Early morning, before the sun shows its face, the clearest sound is the chirp of distant tree frogs up in the trees and down near the river there is the other sound of the steady drip of leftover raindrops sliding from the leaves of the trees to the ground. The drops hit with a popping sound and if there is a small breeze the pops fall on top of one another in a crazy chase. The full moon sits smiling in the black western sky like half a peach, glowing with the promise of warm spring. The air, although comfortably cool, is still damp from the many days of heavy rain. It smells laundry clean. Soon birdsong and boatsong will thrust their energy into the silence. But for this very brief time all is quiet except for the distant and short tweet of frogs and the rhythmic jazz of drip-drops all around me.

5 comments:

Sarah Lulu said...

You wrote that so well I'm there ...

and I love that time ...before dawn breaks...

Angie said...

You have a beautiful way with words, Tabor. I could have been right there beside you for this morning. Isn't that the most peaceful feeling in the world? Thank you for your suggestion about the mystery bird. I pulled my bird book, and I agree with you. If it is in fact a Hooded Oriole, wow, what a once-in-a-lifetime for me!! He really was so beautiful and exotic looking.

Barry said...

I love those times of quiet promise just before the day begins, Tabor.

How beautifully worded your post was today!

Hilary said...

It sounds heavenly. Beautifully done.

Deborah Carr said...

This reminds me of a special evening last summer when I stood outside in the rain, listening to a million droplets falling in the forest...not another sound, just pearls of water falling.