Have you witnessed a Tennessee morning in the Spring? Let me tell you, it is beautiful.

The Birth of A Tennessee Morning

It was a warmer January morning. The baby was sleeping and my husband and daughter were playing in the yard. I sat down in a frayed and faded camping chair and meditated on springtime in Tennessee. I wanted spring so badly. I wanted a rebirth from the fire we were walking through. I wanted the warmth, the smells, the sounds, that feeling that only an awakening spring can give you. I was bundled in a blanked but thought of the warmth. I couldn’t hear birds but as tears rolled down my cheeks I imaged them filling the air with their beauty. I’m not sure the last time you sat still in nature, soaking up all that the Creator wants to bless you with, but when you do (whether is it spring or winter) something inside of you comes alive.

I came alive, and so did this poem. I ended up winning the poetry competition that month, was published in the spring edition, and won some cash. I love what the Lord brings out of suffering. Just like springtime, his love is a constant rebirth of the reminder of just how much he loves us.

A Tennessee Morning

Sunrise filters through leaves flirting with the breeze,

As shadows dance with roots and dirt,

Acorns and twigs.

Spider webbings become jeweled palaces of light fragmenting

In the dewy drops of the morning.

A thick humidity,

The forests’ exhale,

Fills nostrils and lungs,

Sticking between goosebumps and wool.

Birds sing the sunrise into action,

Scavengers light up the forest floor with a symphony of crackling, happy leaves

As a squirrel jolts awake the fingers of the birch tree.

Mountain Laurel stretches as the weight of the dewy blanket melts away

And another Tennessee morning begins.