morning waits
just beyond the treeline
and for a moment
night hangs on to the sky
by the tip of ragged branches
shivering in the early morning chill
stretching for the sun
even before it appears
how do they know?
the pond whispers
and they listen
Photo credit: Tommy Stone
Certainty perhaps does not need to speak – although it is strong and present…we can look at in awe and hopefully learn from it…penny dropping like a rising sun…radiantly written!