MORNINGS
Morning stillness all around. No one has yet to arise or touch their feet upon the ground. The clock slowly ticks and my heart gently pounds.
Early mornings begins with such peaceful sounds.
The morning fog begins to lift, revealing to all the earth's beautiful gifts. Birds begin singing their praises for all they have seen. The sun is now rising. I enjoy taking in the view. It is breathtaking, refreshing and new. Another blessed day for me and you!
08-14-2009
dragonfly1023 commented on MORNINGS
08-14-2009
08/17/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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