The Gifts

Paradise Valley, Mt. Rainier National Park  

 

 

 

It’s the  industry of  robins poking in the grass

It’s the  playfulness of flickers circling the tree

It’s the hip hop of  the blue jays ravaging the feeder

It’s the flutter and the chatter of the chickadees.

 

It’s the somersaults of otters rolling in the river

It’s the glide of the eagle with the golden eye

It’s the intention of the seals studying the shoreline

It’s the hissing of the stones being sifted by the tide.

 

It’s the silence of the owl sweeping through the cedars

It’s the red tailed hawk hunting on the wing

It’s the speed of the Orcas racing with the ferry

It’s the night wind making the shore pines sing.

 

It’s the moonbeams winking through the racing clouds

It’s the branches in the trees casting shadows on the ground

It’s the one legged heron that is hunting in the marsh

It’s the song of the tree frog hidden in the bark.

 

It’s the night fog descending and softening the treeline

It’s the glitter of the waves in the bright morning light

It’s the  blue and white mountains that dominate the scenery

It’s the crescendo of the geese as they rise into flight.

 

It’s coyotes bathed in moonlight in the orchard as they sing

It’s the evergreen valleys as they shimmer in the spring

It’s the reflection of the sunbeams painting rainbows in the clouds

It’s the mountain tops emerging from the thick and misty shroud.

 

It’s the salmon as they migrate from the oceans to the streams

It’s the mountains and the meadows, it’s the rivers and the trees

It’s the snow fall on the cedars and white blossoms in the Spring

It’s the contentment, it’s the joy, it’s the gifts…

It’s all these things.

 

©2017 by Ilona Elliott

 

The Author (on the right)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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