Nature, on an ordinary day, is anything but ordinary. It mesmerizes me, when I stop long enough to breathe it in. Last night was one of those moments.

I headed out to the hot tub around 5:00 and watched day give way to night. I popped open a SeaSmoke Pinot, poured a glass, and sunk into the silky hot water to watch the show. The geese, the frogs, the shifting colors of the sky. Transfixed, I couldn’t turn away. I closed my eyes and thought, “Show me the first star and I will get out and make dinner.” I opened my eyes, and there she was–a gorgeous, twinkling star which whispered back, “All you had to do was ask.”

The Oak at Dusk, by Jamie Weil

Have you seen the oak at dusk

As the sun hits from the East?

This is the hour when Majesty claims Her throne.

The smell of freshly mowed grass wafts through the evening air

The first spring lilac buds listen

To frogs in the nearby bog

They see the magic.

Have you seen the oak at dusk?

Backlit , sturdy, strong, grounded.

Reaching toward ducks that fly over head.

The blue gives way to pink, gives way to purple, gives way to orange.

Colors smeared together by Omnipotent strokes.

In the distance,

a dog barks, a bird cheeps, frogs sing in unison.

They know.

For they have seen the oak at dusk.