In deep darkness, as the birds still slumber, I hear the wind begin to stir.
Cool night air and wind play together with fallen leaves, tossing them up, around, and down.
Atmosphere, clearly enjoys the bright sheen of Stars’ glorious light.
Freshness and mystery abound.
Earth sighs.
Deep speaks to Deep, as soul and Spirit commune in this rare and quiet moment before the awakening Sun brings with her.
Alone with Twilight, I hear the Voice of God. The quiet, unmistakable voice of Love speaks in Twilight’s sweet breath.
I listen as leaves skitter by.
I hear, before the Wide-awake-of-our-weary-World.
I hear.
