The Rhythm the Beat of another Day

A poem by: Jacqueline Gales

As the Sun gently serenade over the eastern sky and soft droplets of dew cover blades of grass near the lake, and as the brush of the morning breeze passes by the daylilies, it begins the rhythm the beat of another day.

As blackbirds with their beautiful iridescent feathers launch their attempt to locate their cuisine, it begins the rhythm the beat of another day.

As doves coo they wobble back and forth on a stony path in search of a nibble or morsel left by the blackbirds, it begins the rhythm the beat of another day.

As humming birds flutter around the golden honeysuckles awaiting the enjoyment of its delicious nectar, it begins the rhythm the beat of another day.

As squirrels hustle up and down the Pecan tree burrowing on the ground in hopes of a hidden stash, it begins the rhythm the beat of another day.

As I watch in awe as the morning unfolds before me in its breathtaking splendor.

As I am unable to express the marvelous beauty of what I see, I reach for words that will describe this captivating rhythm. Yet the harder I try the more difficult and complicated the search becomes.

As to what makes the search so demanding? It's this dilemma they call Alzheimer's. Nevertheless all of what I see unfolds the beauty, which begins the rhythm the beat of another day.