Category: Shadows

#Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, #Lake Ann, #Nature, #Summer, #Winter, Covid-19, Fearless Writing, Journal Writing, Ozarks, Poetry, Shadowleaves, Shadows

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

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emerging sun lights up the sky

colors are a’changing

on its way up to shine

streaming across the woodlands

rising before it’s really known

moving from blues to golds

Oh~ the glory shines

as some traveler

stopping by

but not yet really staying

morning light moves downward into the hallows

filling the mighty earth’s shadowy ground

such a soft gentle light

and the air

is summertime warm

sometimes I find

it’s hope talking to me

morning rising

#Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, #Summer, Covid-19, Poetry, Shadows, Social Issues

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

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My morning write ~

Trees Standing

it’s somehow like the trees already know what is happening here

a sense of sadness, grief and heaviness

the sheer weight of it all

or is it just me

who I see in these shadows on the ground?

#Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, #Lake Ann, #Nature, #Summer, Loving Spirit, Shadows

Good morning from the lakeside deck –

shadowleavesonlakeann

Moments catches the morning dew
sunlight streams through
my eyes see
dawn floating through
the close knitted trees
winds hushed by window panes
and shadows casting its touch
outlining my hands as I write
something inside
pointing the way
to say . . . I see
before
it’s gone
from
view

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#Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, #Lake Ann, #Nature, #Prayer, #Summer, Loving Spirit, Ozarks, Poetry, Shadows

Morning Delight

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Let my eyes see
In beauty & stillness lay
Fresh & new once again
To know you are with me

The morning is full of vapors
Like an old sunken ship
Lost at sea

Soft summer sun peaks over
The Ozark mountain ridge
And dapples through the mighty oaks

Pouring down into the cove over Lake Ann
Carrying ~ forever shadows
By the arm fulls

As I gather each and every one
I lay them into my lap
With morning smiles and joy

Morning glides into my day
Soft ~ and fully emerging
Changing ~

Changing everything

It touches . . . Even me