Grandmother Moon sits nestled in her blue sky nestas the wild wind blows across her beautiful face.The clouds grow bigger and spreadfrom horizon to horizon.They bring rain to replenishthe Earth and the trees,who have waited patiently for a drink.
How do they do it? Rush and race and rage on the roads On a morning like this, when the sky is clear and holds promise of a glorious day? When the air is fresh and cool and smells of new blossoms, what is so important that they don’t even notice the velvety bunny at… Continue reading Ten Minutes
Morning is coming. We know because the night doesn’t feel so heavy. The air has sparkly weightlessness as bit by bit the sky changes from Midnight blue to glowing yellow, and pink around the edges of the horizon. Dew forms on the grasses and flowers. The scent of freshness rises up to our noses. Birds… Continue reading Morning Is Coming~
Earthshine colors the misty sky with a pink chiffon veil, as this part of the Earth turns toward the sun. The western mountains glow pink as the sun rises over the eastern peaks. The air comes alive with flyers, sparrows and jays, starlings and doves. Their chatters echo across the gully. Golden sunlight glistens on… Continue reading First Morning of May
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