Misty Morning Skies

There is something special about misty morning skies.  Perhaps our DNA connects with the water vapor of the morning clouds and harkens back to the time of origins when our progenitors stood on the shores of eternity.

Poet Richard Watson Gilder wrote in A Midsummer Song

“From all the misty morning air there comes a summer sound – 
A murmur as of waters from skies and trees and ground. 
The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeon’s bill and coo…”

Life seems so fresh in the mists of morning.  Without water there could be no freshness or verdant pastoral scenes of loveliness for the human eye to absorb.

Water is the ambrosia of life on this planet traversing the cosmos.  With the recent rainfalls in Death Valley in the Southwestern United States and the Atacama Desert of Chile flowers have bloomed in super abundance.

Notch-leaved Phacelia (Phacelia crenulata) are usually blue/purple, but this one is an especially lovely pale lavender. Dianne Milliard
Notch-leaved Phacelia (Phacelia crenulata) are usually blue/purple, but this one is an especially lovely pale lavender.
Dianne Milliard











The winds of earth carry life embedded in seeds to places where life is harsh and beauty is in the landscapes of wind-formed dunes and rocks touched by the sun.  When a buried seed is touched by water, it awakens into its full potential—the potential of creation.

Perhaps, buried in our chromosomes, there lies a mystery to why life has flourished on this orb hanging in the majesty of space.  When the chromosomes of life were first awakened from the cosmic ocean, the song of life was embedded—the song of the morning stars at the dawn of creation.

I will leave you with a few words from the song Sweet Water.  May your misty mornings  be ones of reflection and continual joy as you listen to the ancient songs of yesterday which surround you with a hope of tomorrow.


I hear the village waitin’
the mountain call my name
Sweet Water I’m a swimmer
I’m the one you’ve claimed

Totems now are fallin’
Covered by soft rain
Great Spirit hear my prayer
I’m comin’ home again

Take me home to the Old Ones
with waiting in their eyes
Take me home to the mercy
of misty morning skies

Set my heart free to listen
for the calling and the cries
Take me to the mountains
of no thanks and no goodbyes



G. D. Williams © 2016

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Richard Watson Gilder


A Midsummer Song


Death Valley


A rare “super bloom” of wildflowers in Death Valley National Park has covered the hottest and driest place in North America with a carpet of gold, attracting tourists from all over the world and enchanting visitors with a stunning display from nature’s paint brush.


Atacama Desert of Chile

The Atacama Desert, one of the driest places on Earth, is experiencing a riot of color as a rare springtime bloom of flowers covers every hillside.

The explosion of color is the result of rains that swept through the region earlier this year, watering seeds that had lain dormant in the ground for years.

The Atacama Desert typically gets just 0.6 inches (15 millimeters) a year in rainfall, though some places in the region, such as Arica, receive even less, experiencing between 0.04 and 0.12 inches (1 and 3 mm) of rain a year.





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