Crisp
black and white of the neighborhood opsrey
perched on a dead locust
gazing upon Creation
black and white
river meets mountain
hazy orange glow, ruby sourwoods
white pines hold blue green steady
His kind hands gently roll up the fleecy fog, making way
for Day.
1 comment:
WOW! I was hoping to see this. Spot on! Just gorgeous. Especially that closing line. Thank you for sharing it!
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