Lake Ann
Nestled by dawn
Caught off guard
Blanketed by morning’s fog
Clouds of fog rise
At a lowly 39 degrees
A hushed morning’s breath
Ozark blue skies
Tinged in cool crisp air
Held close and softly
A first morning’s dove song
Mountain blue birds fly by
I catch myself staying for awhile
Hidden along the garden hedge
My morning’s walk
Found only
Standing in the sun
Sun bathing
Sunlit morning gifts
Warm air scatters my day
Among the songs
I move on . . .
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Joanie, such tranqulity!!! I like your walks! Do it every day! and write after!! :> Love
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omg this is just so so lovely your words are like a beeutiful tapestry so visual you take me there with you I can taste the fresh breathe of this mornings air & feel the warmth of the sun .. so beautiful always beez 🙂
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