Tricia Leines

As I continue to build my mindfulness practice, the early hours offer a perfect opportunity to tune my senses, to notice the light, the sounds, the colors—and to be fully there for it all. While the poem isn’t complex, it came from a place of presence and deep appreciation. I wrote it as a way to remember and honor the small, beautiful details I witnessed at the start of my day.

Melody of Morning

I come to hear the bird song

Warbler, Sparrow, Wren

Nod to mother rabbit

As she gallops to her den

To touch the tender tips of spruce

Pushing through to Spring

Making ready for the long days

And harsh cold winter brings

To watch the tiny wildflowers

Stretch and open to the sun

Petals violet, blue, and orange

Hello, dear friends, each one

To track the wind through sky

As it shapes and draws the clouds

Standing to welcome dawn

Edging over mountain shrouds

 To count the drops of dew

That rest atop tall grass

One, two, three… infinity

Glistening orbs of glass

To breathe the sweet and damp

Lay my body to purest ground

Feel the hum of rich strong Earth

Absorbing all her sound

I come to hear the music

To witness all that’s rare

The melody of morning

Precious, perfect, prayer

Tricia Leines