May 15 2008
Hush

hush of birds
nestle tree limbs
and gather warmth
in numbers
My eyes are blurred
with remnant dreams
that still wander down the
hallway of waking memory
The hush of mist
settles soft on verdant hills
angel breath breezes
utter sleepy salutations
Branches bow on graceful tree
and slumber under blankets
of filmy clouds
The world is empty
of busy noise and
surrenders to
avian chitters and secret code
copyright 2008
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Goodness, how do you do that? Brilliance, Woman. Brilliance.
And how did I miss this blog for so long?! One woulda thought I’d find this as I read the other
sarah
thanks, dear, you made my day. apparently this blog is a well kept secret.
So peaceful.
that’s exactly, right, darlin - it was that kind of morning in the mist.
sarah
*My eyes are blurred
with remnant dreams
that still wander down the
hallway of waking memory*
I could just keep reading those lines on and on.
Excellent supporting pic as always with the post.
hi vamsi,
sarah
thanks for the kind words. i experience that phemon almost on a daily basis.
Ah, so peaceful! I love it!
—Sherma
thank you, sherma. it was just one of those magical mornings. i wish i had more of them.
sarah