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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Morning has broken
The sun, unseen yet making her presence felt, pushed back the darkness until only the valley lay slumbering, unwilling to rise, cuddled in a soft quilt-like mist. Bird song, tui and thrush together, spattered the clear cold air with notes like the silver dew drops hung out to dry on the mornings' spider webs.
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wow... what a painting... i loved especially the personification of the valley... "cuddled in a soft quilt-like mist"... lovely lovely...
now it's night here and it's raining cats and dogs... your poetic piece is so warm, bright, and cosy; that's why i read it over and over again...
BTW, thanks for your sunny comments on my blog... they mean a lot to me because they fill me with lots of positive energy...
I love the seasons. Spring energetic full of hope. Summer heavy, hot and lazy. Autumn cool, clear and colourful. Winter spare, close and cuddly.
You just get used to one then the next one comes.
Perfect.
If only I could share the sense of hope my environment gives me
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