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Tag Archives: morning
orange mists – January 10
1.10.2016 orange mists blow off above frigid swirling morning waters like the hand of creation moving across the deep. ============
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Tagged cold, creation, creator, divine hand, lake superior, mists, morning, nature
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morning window – October 18
10.18.2015 mists ghost across the morning field like a whisper birds at the tube alternate their flitting in and away softly softly they say to my anxiety we are a window to a calmer world. —————–
morning mist – June 11
6.11.2014 morning newspaper not here, mist across the pond, a low burst of sun just visible between trunk and branch sweet time. coffee with m and s, a chair by the barely cracked window while steel-cut oats burble … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, calm, morning, nature, peace, Prayer, quiet, reflection
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morning resolves – January 18
1.18 pale ring-bound moon through snow tipped early morning branches greets like a fairy dell tale on my walk to the morning paper. drifted soft snow pits over my pajama bottoms but no mind. the first cup of coffee … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, contentment, familiarity, grace, habits, home, morning, patterns, routine, Winter
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good morning moon – December 26
12.26 good morning moon shining through bare winter limbs to say hello. stark, clear, magical norman rockwell in brilliance, you greet us. the quiet before dawn speaks volumes. —————-
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Tagged cold, dawn, grace, meditation, moon, morning, Norman Rockwell, quiet, Silence, simplicity, sky, spare, sparse, speech, Winter
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drowsy eye – August 8
8.8 a drowsy eye oozes open, world still there, sounds having begun to filter in, and smells of coffee brewing from below, dishes chip chip clinking out of the washer onto shelves life will happen again this day. … Continue reading
early morning haze – July 11
7.11 early morning blue haze is topping the pond, light edging through the swamp grass fronds as the sky lightens and orange white corners touch into the window sides refracting the day. i sip my sumatra coffee and … Continue reading
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Tagged calm, coffee, contemplation, creation, grace, morning, peace, soul, thankfulness
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