I remember back then when walking along the swamp path I remember seeing lavender, pink and orange Hugging the horizon A rich palette of color Leaking through skeletal trees Announcing the arrival of the sun To light the day.
I remember walking not so long ago Same path, same sky, same everything Yet a gray shroud laid across the sky holding back A flood of color trying in vain to influence the day Amidst steel wool clouds rolling out an even darker gray All making me wonder, why bother If there is no sunrise To light the day
Then I remembered something As I walked along the swamp path I remembered some wisdom from a friend who said Even though the kaleidoscope of morning beauty Is hidden and all seems lost, grim, hopeless Unseen on the other side of the gray There’s always a sunrise To light the day
Granted the opossum is probably a long-shot to make anyone’s list for the Michigan Wildlife Hall of Fame. However, when I passed by this critter perched on the fence next to the path on which I was walking this morning, I was momentarily in awe. A ‘possum, on a fence, just feet away, posing for me. Wow! Delightful!
On that same walk I interrupted this group having a drink in the creek. From the look they gave me, they might have been saying, “Oh, dear!” or maybe “Oh, human!” I thought, “Wow! Delightful!”
I guess we never know what may cross our paths in the course of a day. Maybe a posing possum or drinking deer can bring a smile. Then again maybe one who is dear will brighten the day and bring unexpected delight.