A fall morning at Morrison Springs. Lori Ceier/Walton Outdoors
I Thank Thee
For diamond-studded velvet
Behind a silver moon
For music of the nightwinds,
A nightingale’s sweet tune –
For whispering trees
And darkening peace –
I Thank Thee
For mountains carved of sea pearls
For clouds that shroud their heights
For pristine air like nectar
And ghostly northern lights
For misty vales
And secret dales –
I Thank Thee.
For firey fuchsia ribbons
That stream across the sky
For opalescent sunsets
And mornings dipped in dye
For mornings pale
And day’s finale –
I Thank Thee.
For scents that herald springtime
For lilac-haunted nooks
For violet’s purple fragrance
And merry, trickling brooks –
For little things
That give souls wings –
I Thank Thee.
Monica Miller Wofford