Sunday, January 30, 2011

A New Day


mist rising off the mountains
lacing through the tall pines,
butter-yellow sun
coming up behind the ancient cedars;
a pale, robin's-egg blue sky,
frost filigree
lining the barn roof,
sleepy Sunday dogs
basking in the morning,
and a new day
has come
to the
peaceful valley.

8 comments:

  1. That is just beautiful! What a vivid picture your words paint. :-)

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  2. This sounds so wonderful and makes me want to visit the mountains!

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  3. The photo is gorgeous, and your poem finds a peace so deeply felt it is palpable, even though the darker clouds might promise a storm. In this place there is a depth of calm,

    Elizabeth

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  4. I like the picture you paint of the peaceful valley! There is something about a place that reminds us of how small we are. Thanks Sherry

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  5. A beautifully descriptive poem

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  6. Beautiful, Sherry.

    You have captured the scene perfectly, in both words and photograph.:-)

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  7. mist rising off the mountains

    some of the best moments in life happen then :)

    xx

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