a morning haze
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the surrounding lawn, white-
i'll grow in its silence
as the fog dehydrates
from a rising sun.
i'll see well tanned teasel shelving
its sleepy head along a barbed wire fence.
i'll hear chunter
between a robin and her three young
who are nestled
safely in a gutter's nest...
verdant grass will give way
to a blue horizon.
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Tranquillity itself! Utterly beautiful and so evocative. I can almost feel that haze ...
I am reminded of Wordsworth's description of his writing as "Emotion recollected in tranquillity".
thanks Caroline~ i wrote this one day when the fog was so thick i couldn't see the field in front of my house. i also added some other images that i'd seen during the week... hope all is well your way. have a great day~
A nice poem. We've got a haze here today but it's less pleasant - it's from the wildfires, and it smells like it. I hope you're doing well, everything's fine here.
hope the wildfires stay away from your home... stay safe.
"...as the fog dehydrates..."
Very nice and creative turn of phrase.
thanks Travis~
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