A cloud rolls, ghosty white,
Pushed out before the coming night,
Fireflies blink and dance within,
The fog, their eery light therein.
I try my best to just breathe,
As I stand amidst the misted mystery.
We had a beautiful sunset this evening. A storm had come and distant thunder was rolling, pushing mist into our little valley. It was pink and cast its hew over everything, bathing us in roses. I hope you had a wonderful evening too!
So we, Your people and sheep of Your pasture will give You thanks forever; We will show forth Your praise to all generations. ~Psalm 79:13
Happy Monday!
~The Scribbler in the Attic
Beautiful!! I love the poem, and the photo. great post.
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Mmmmm... I miss those Tennessee rain showers and mists ;(
ReplyDeleteI love love love your descriptive writing and poetry.
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Awesome poem, Willa. (did you know that awesome isn't a cool word anymore? wow, give me a break. :P) did you write the poem?
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Andrea
Yeah, I think we all need to revert back to using "awesome" in its true sense. Yes, I wrote the poem, while I sat out on our porch in the approaching dusk. :) Love you, Willa
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
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Awesome, beautiful, wonderful poem Willa!
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You won the photo challenge!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This was a really, really, good poem! You did an amazing job on it! =)
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Absolutely beautiful poem, Willa. I love the title also. Great picture.
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Mema
Sounds beautiful! Love the poem!!
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