a slice of late spring or early summer–
the fog thick,
the air thin,
a quiet, hushed, steamy blanket of sleep
embraces the river,
the mountain,
and my morning gaze
Morning
a slice of late spring or early summer–
the fog thick,
the air thin,
a quiet, hushed, steamy blanket of sleep
embraces the river,
the mountain,
and my morning gaze
spanishwoods 
very peaceful
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It really is, April. 🙂
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Lovely words and picture. Ahhhh!
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Thank you Sherry. 🙂
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Wonderful image and accompanying verse.
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Thank you so very much.
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wow – gorgeous sylvia – I thought maybe it was one of Wolf’s photos! Great capture!!!
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Almost impossible to go wrong with a scene like this. Thank you Jodi.
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👍😉
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excellent photo and words. ❤️
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Thank you so much John. 🙂
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Very mistical! Lovely photo and well fitted words.
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Thank you. Fog always has a bit of mystery, don’t you think?
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Beautiful poem, Sylvia. You can really feel the atmosphere from your words.
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Thank you Eliza.
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Beautiful words and photo.
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Thank you so very much.
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Peaceful! Would love to go on a walk there at this time and breathe in the air and enjoy the morning you describe so well…
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It is very peaceful. I see this scene every day and never take it for granted.
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A foggy morning, set off perhaps by distant fog horns, always romantic. –Curt
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Yes it is Curt.
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Such beautiful, wistful words and images.
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Thank you.
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For me, fog adds such atmosphere to a poem, as it does here.
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I agree.
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Wonderful poetry. Kindred spirits. 🙂
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Thank you.
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