Monday Morning Musings:
The moon hums and the sun sings,
and feathered things with outstretched wings
soar into the light
Morning moon 
Morning Moon 
Morning Moon over the Delaware River at Red Bank Battkefield 
Morning—sun and shadow
dazzling white, the egrets’ flight,
the eagles’ glide, a majestic sight
above my head
and down below, the scent of dead
attract the vulture’s blooded head—
but even they fly
Gulls 
Turkey Vulture 
Turkey Vulture 
Great Egrets, Turkey Vultures, Geese 
Great Egrets 
Bald Eagle
with graceful beauty in the sky
circling round—hello, goodbye—
life comes and goes
the questions everybody knows,
and none can answer, I suppose
there’s beauty in that, too–
science can tell us why the sky is blue,
yet perceiving it, is that new?
Do we name things so that we see–
or does sight come, and we feel free–
And still, we disagree
about the color of the sea,
fields of grain, and climbing vines
lost to asphalt, modern signs
of progress made,
decisions that now cascade,
a waterfall, decisions weighed
spinning in retrograde, still we shine
in setting sun, sipping wine,
fruits of field and vine,
talking as time slow-walks–
a paradox—the universe’s sleight–
time, truth, the beauty of the feathered light.
Blue Cork Winery 
Blue Cork Winery 
We went to Blue Cork Winery in Williamstown, NJ this past week, where our daughter gave a talk—a brief history of sangria–and then guided us through making our own using a white and red base they supplied, along with fruit and juices. It was a fun event, and of course we bought a bottle of wine to take home, too.
I’m still finishing that chapter, so I apologize for my slow response time here. Also, I’m hosting dVerse Poetics tomorrow.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I enjoyed the feathered light in your words and images Merril! I would love to see vultures in the wild…
I saw turkey vultures when I lived in Florida. Very As I Lay Dying, they were.
Thank you so much, Ingrid. Vultures are so common here. A nearby town used to have a vulture festival every year. Almost any day if I look outside for a while I’ll see some circling. I had never seen the turkey vultures at the river beach like that though. I’m more excited by seeing bald eagles.
Wow, I would be excited by either – normally all I see are buzzards!
I just looked this up–because here people sometimes call vultures buzzards, but your buzzards are more like hawks. 😀
Ahh – I didn’t know that! Interesting 😊
I thought so, too. 😀
Another wonderful musing, my friend. Loved the rhyme and lightness that flowed.
Thank you so much, Dale!
You know it is my pleasure 🙂
Lovely musings today, Merril. I love the photo outside of the winery! It’s gorgeous!
Thank you so much, Jill! It was a beautiful night!
I just love the last two lines of your musing. Good luck with finishing your chapter!
Thank you so much, Liz!
You’re most welcome, Merril!
The first poetry form is familiar but I can’t remember what it is. Unless it’s one you/I/we invented. I like it though. It has just the right back and forth to sound like waves.
Thank you! I don’t know if it’s a form or not–I just started writing, and that’s what happened. 😀
It’s probably one that we have both invented on separate occasions. As you’d expect 🙂
That seems very likely!🤣
🙂
Beautiful photography and poetical musings – the rhyme really works well
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I agree this has a wonderful rhythm, and birds!–what keeps us going. Me, anyway. The morning songs always give a good start to my day. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. It is lovely to hear the morning songs, and I always look forward to it in the spring. Lately, there has been a great variety of birds at the park.
The birds here have started singing all the time again. There’s one robin in particular…
I know what you mean! 🤣
Somebody said to me that she is a bird nerd, and I love that. I am a bird nerd, too.
That’s funny. I’m not very knowledgeable, so I don’t know if I’m a nerd, but I do love watching them.
Birds are special to me. But then the idea of “bird” has long been linked to poet.
I suppose you are right–at least it seems like many of my poet friends are also fascinated by birds.
Yeah, I meant historically though. I think a lot of poets come to it individually. So interesting, really.