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New Sky - Morning
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New Sky - Morning |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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New Sky - Morning New Sky - Morning; forty-nine degrees. Cup of coffee - steaming in the coolness of the air, foggy breath, like pieces of soul leaving, testing the air - too cold, returning from whence it came. Morning glow - sun still shrouded by the horizon, birds just starting to sing; robins, cardinals, then jays and crows, mockingbirds, woodpeckers, titmice too. Treetops touched in gold, coffee almost gone - need another cup, don't want to move though; new sky - morning; nectar to ones soul. w. james beard, jr. © March 2000 [This message has been edited by jwesley (edited 04-25-2001).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Oh, what a beautiful morning. You describe it perfectly. Go get that second cup. Joyce |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JWesley~ Everything sounds GOOD - except that 49 degrees ... Brrrr ! Now that one would take a pot of coffee ! Lovely imagery ... and LOVE all those birds ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
jwesley - what a beautiful lovely morning. BC |
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