Desert Willow Meditation

Ever wonder where the color goes at night?
Especially those times when the evening fills with color,
when everything comes alive with color,
with rich hues so deep into the soul of everything.
The sun slowly settles in and everything slowly fades.
One of those nights you say you will remember forever.
You feel so rich, so alive,
so mellow and it isn’t the wine,
it’s the air. There is something alive and about
yet so quiet even the birds slide into hushed quietude.

You go to bed early.
There isn’t any other way to finish such an evening,
anything else would spoil it. So you sleep deeply, fully,
wake early to that gray promise of light,
just enough light to show everything is still there,
still right where the night began.

And there is such possibility.
The air fills with some strange perfume.
Beauty comes slowly. Each thing
has its moment of hue of promise
before its every day color settles in.
Everything has its moment,
There is hope in each bird stirring,
there is possibility in each slow bow the tree branch makes.

Every choice is alive.
This day could bring anything.

RD Savage
05/23/93

© 1993 by RD Savage