The Wonder Of Enhanced Feelings

The Wonder Of Enhanced Feelings

The Wonder Of Enhanced Feelings

How horrid this morning awakens me with cold hands, as I beckon my clothes and sip on rustic coffee for this day.
My eyes are like the misty fields in Grey sharp objects, as they quibble for adjustment to this sombre glow.
How depressing a thought as to use against natures wonderment, but all too readily available to the urban comfortable.
Pity this exercise is not readily available in packet or bottle form, let alone excuse
As I check my provisions with military approach, before venturing into this unknown. Abyss.
With two jumpers and a paper notebook vest, to stop this wind that howl's at my chest.
How crystallized this fragility, as the ground gives way with crackling demise to the hiking boots, all too needed for this quest.
Whilst sending out a red beacon of transparency that the interloper is only beyond the mist.
I stop in my tracks to listen and touch my surrounding with a wanting to taste this coldness.
To embrace the virginity of fresh morning dew, and capture this morning to canvas through my eyes.
The field mouse is all too obvious as he vigorously skates his way to safety
over this slippery bed.
And no doubt seeking the warmth and familiarity, from family and friends below, with his larder full and safe from the preying eye of the hawk or fox.
I leave it to the envy of it's thoughts of fulfilment within it's solitude.
How cold must the feet of the birds as they perch on isolated winter branches , seeking the scraps of others.
And proud the tree that carries the burden to house this abundance of life , through hail and snow as it relentlessly awaits it's summer.
A formation of rocks lie in scattered remains, and intertwined with discarded withered grass, long abandoned by the dung beetle for warmer taste of climate.
Glistening with droplets of diamond clusters that fell to solidify
, creating a cloudscape of colour and texture.
Hiding the cracks and formation's of time like a modern day facial , cold to the touch but acceptable to the canvas within their surroundings.
Contributing their part in evolution as they mould to the landscape.
Reflecting the tree with a common interest , if only by the mutual consolidation of nature blanket.
I wish for others thoughts on my quest to this giving moment.
Whether it be of incoherence within my notebook, where the ink may smudge under the branch as it sways to the implements of nature.
I leave it here for all that pass through this passage of written thought In the hope that pleasantries of the mind will make them wonder.
Or even chuckle at the eccentricity of someone passing before them.

© Robert "Rogano" Anderson 2008)