Each morning I start my day
outside with my laptop
checking to see what has happened
in the world while I slept.
I watch the sun come up
over the mountain.
It’s so peaceful and quiet.
I can gather my thoughts
and listen to the fountain
in the fountain’s spray
as the sky is painted
in hues of gold, blue and mauve.
But what’s this?
When I came out this morning
it was eerily quiet and oh so cold.
The fountain was silent.
No water glistened in
the dawning rays of the sun.
Instead, pillars of ice were glowing in shades of gold…
painted by the sun’s early rays.
During the night an arctic wind
had blown through the desert.
Its breath silencing the water’s babble
creating icy fingers reaching down
to touch the pool
where humming birds were wont to sip
from the fountains stream.
They encased the fountain’s tiers
like an icy wedding cake
stretching from layer to layer.
Ice cakes don’t come often
to the Valley of the Sun.
I grabbed my camera
to capture the moment
so my family could see this rare event.
For surely once the sun has risen
the icy fingers would disappear
and the hummingbirds would return
to sip from the fountain and
dance around the ears
of the little boy
who watches it
night and day.
Now, in the sun’s early rays,
he looks confused.
His little feet are white with ice
and the pool they normally play in
Instead there are only pillars of ice
creating a landscape
he can not see
for the magic wrought by nature
is hidden from his view.
Nature is a wondrous thing… especially when it surprises us.
Thanks for stopping by for a little life story.