There's a warbling melody towards the West in the pines of the hill as the sun rises in the East. Light dusky blue takes over the shadow of cobalt held by the moon and stars. Farmlands awaken with  earthsong of every animal greeting the new day.  Wildflowers lift there sleepy heads to say hello as the morning commences.

 Turkey vultures sit in the Raven Wood holding court before heading out to feed and do damage control. Scratchury of claws on bark, scurrying to the ground to prepare for Winter's icy grasp, squirrels march about. Sitting on the porch outside... looking in as a new day breaks and opportunities open.

 P.S. I'm feeling the extra sacredness of Autumn mornings, what is your favorite sacred morning ritual? If you greet the morning it will rise to greet you.